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Oline took Inger aside, led her out into the larder where she knew all the cheeses were stored, and closed the door. "What is it?" asked Inger. Oline whispered: "Os-Anders, he doesn't dare come here any more. I've told him." "Ho!" said Inger. "I told him if he only dared, after what he'd done to you." "Ay," said Inger. "But he's been here many a time since for all that.
It was worse still when Sivert had to go off and leave it all to the other two; Eleseus then was almost more of a hindrance than a help. And where had Sivert gone off to? Why, 'twas Oline had come over the hills one day with word from Uncle Sivert that he was dying; and, of course, young Sivert had to go.
"No," said she, looking helplessly towards the strangers, as if to say how unreasonable he was. "Ho!" said Isak softly. He drew a tuft of his beard between his teeth and stood chewing it. The engineer and his men went on their way. Now, if Isak had wanted to show his displeasure with Oline and maybe thrash her for her doings, here was his chance a Heaven-sent chance to do that thing.
Whereupon Geissler added something, presumably an explanation, and the man he had brought with him signed as a witness. Settled. But Oline was still there, standing immovable it was indeed but now she had turned so stiff. What was to happen? "Dinner on the table, Oline," said Isak, possibly with a tough of dignity, after having signed his name in writing on a paper.
Oline was an invaluable help to him; and in return he had to answer a host of questions she put. Among other things, he said yes, it might perhaps come to having Axel arrested too. At that, Oline clasped her hands in dismay at all the wickedness she had got mixed up with here, and only wished she were out of the place, far away from it all.
Oline answered quietly: "Up to now I've bought a little now and again out of my own money, but...." Coffee was a thing of dreams and fairy tales for Isak, a rainbow. Oline was talking nonsense, of course. He was not angry with her, no; but, slow of thought as he was, he called to mind at last her bartering with the Lapps, and he said bitterly: "Ay, I'll buy you coffee, that I will.
And now she lay there, not in the least awaiting her blessed end, but counting the hours till she should be up and about again. She asked for a doctor, a piece of extravagance unheard of in the wilds. "Doctor?" said Axel. "Are you out of your senses?" "How d'you mean, then?" said Oline quite gently, as to something she could not understand.
"Trust Inger for looking after creatures every way," says Oline. Isak puts a question: "Goldenhorns was at your place before?" "Ay, from a calf. Not my place, though; at my son's. But 'tis all the same. And we've her mother still." Isak had not heard better news a long while; it was a burden lighter. Goldenhorns was his and Inger's by honest right.
Better if you'd dug one for yourself the same time." "Ay, you wait," says Oline, her eyes glowing revengefully. "I'll say no more but you wait there'll be no fine two-roomed house for you, with musical clocks and all." "You can't take it from me, anyway!" "Ay, you wait. You'll see what Oline can do." And so they keep on.
"But how would you be with mine? And when I think how you sent that hare for nothing else but to ruin me altogether oh, you're no better than a heap of wickedness!" "Am I?" says Oline. "Is it me you mean?" "Yes, 'tis you I mean," says Inger, crying; "you've been a wicked wretch, you have, and I'll not trust you. And you'd steal all the wool, too, if you did come.
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