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Updated: June 5, 2025
But while she talked, Axel was taking his time, learning the use of his limbs again, getting to walk. They get along slowly towards home, Oline still playing saviour and supporting him. They manage somehow. A little farther down they come upon Brede. "What's here?" says Brede. "Hurt yourself? Let me help a bit." Axel takes no heed.
When the few witnesses had been heard Oline had not been summoned, but only the Lensmand, Axel himself, the experts, a couple of girls from the village when they had been heard, it was time to adjourn for the midday break, and Geissler went up to the advocate for the Crown once more. The advocate was of opinion that all was going well for the girl Barbro, and so much the better.
Oline knew her secret; nothing mattered now. "I'll spoil your beastly face." "Beastly face?" gasps Oline. "Huh! Look to your own. With the Lord His mark on it!" Oline is hard, and will not give in; Inger is forced to give over the blows that are exhausting her own strength. But she threatens still glares into the other's eyes and swears she has not finished with her yet.
And he can come if he likes, I'm not afraid." "No, that's so," said Oline. "But I know what I know, and if you like, I'll lay a charge against him." "Ho!" said Inger. "No, you've no call to do that. Tis not worth it."
"That I can't," says Inger, "for I've churned all there was." "'Tis no foolish talk," puts in Oline hurriedly; "I'm but a simple woman asking to know. And if it's not a new grand house, why, 'twill be a new big barn, I dare say; and why not? With all these fields and meadow lands, fine and full of growth; ay, and full of milk and honey, as the Bible says."
Ay, Isak had reason enough just then to put his neighbour down; that very day he had seen three sheep in the fields at Breidablik, and one of them he knew the one with the flat ears that Oline had bartered away. He may keep it, thought Isak, as he went on his way; Brede and his woman may get all the sheep they want, for me!
An able politician, is Oline, and quick to find expedients; she speaks now as if in sympathy what a terrible thing it will be for Isak and the children when it is found out! "Yes," says Inger, crying again. "I've thought and thought of that night and day." Oline thinks she might be able to help, and be a saviour to them in distress.
"I'll not touch her flowers again," said Oline. But the flowers were already dead. Again, how could it be that the Lapps came up to Sellanraa so frequently of late? Os-Anders, for instance, had no business there at all, he should have passed on his way.
And for all her dislike of me, she managed to say a word or two, and stand looking at the work a little. "Only fancy, Oline," she said to the maid, "when it's all done, and you'll only have to turn on a tap." But Oline, who was old, did not look anyways delighted. It was like going against Providence, she said, to go sending water through a pipe right into the house.
The weather looked like drought a thoroughly wicked drought; if the rain did not come before long, their crops would be burnt up. But all was in the hand of God. Isak made ready to go down to the village and find some one to come up. All those miles again! And all that fuss just to be wed and christened. Ay, outlying folks had many troubles, great and small. At last Oline did come....
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