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He could come and help me now, for the time being; later on, we would surely find something else for him to do; there would be plenty of field-work in the course of the summer where he might be useful. The 16th July found me back at Ovrebo.
I reached Hersat the following day. At first I felt like passing by, it looked so big and fine a place; but after I had talked a bit with one of the farm-hands, I decided to try the Lensmand after all. I had worked for rich people before let me see, there was Captain Falkenberg of Ovrebo.... The Lensmand was a little, broad-shouldered man, with a long white beard and dark eyebrows.
Now I could think two ways about her coming: either she had turned thoroughly sentimental at being reminded so directly of her home once more, or she wanted to make her engineer jealous; he might perhaps be watching us from his window that very moment, and I had been sent for to go back to Ovrebo.
To tell the truth, I was well pleased at the way things had turned out; it meant that the Captain was completely indifferent as to having me about the place; I could do as I pleased. I walked all the way home with Lars, talking over old times, and of his new place, and of the people at Ovrebo.
"Thinks himself mighty fine, doesn't he? 'Utter'" he says and goes white about it. "I've been more years than you at Ovrebo, and asked in to sing up at the house of an evening more than once, let me tell you. But things have changed since then, and what have we got instead? You remember," he said, turning to me, "what it was like in the old days.
And then he went on about somebody Elisabet, and said he never gave her a thought, and never had, I think he said. And she cried like anything at that, and was all upset. But she didn't say a word about being abroad, as the Captain said. No, I'll stake my life she'd come from the Inspector." I began to fear I had made a grave mistake in bringing Grindhusen to Ovrebo.
I laid the new beams in the barn bridge, and when that was done, I took down the flagstaff and put on a new knob and line. Ovrebo was looking quite nice already, and Nils said it made him feel better only to look at it. I got him to talk to the Captain and put in a word about the paintwork, but the Captain had looked at him with a troubled air and said: "Yes, yes, I know.
Was she so incapable of thinking seriously that she could not see what a miserable position she herself was in? What in the devil's name had she to do with my affairs? I had thought to say a brief word or so and point to the train, but something made me gentle, as if I were dealing with an irresponsible, a child. "You'll be going back to Ovrebo now, I suppose?" she said.
The first snow is come; it thaws again at once, but winter is not far off, and we are nearing the end of our woodcutting now at Ovrebo another week or so, perhaps, no more. What then? There was work on the railway line up on the, hills, or perhaps more woodcutting at some other place we might come to. Falkenberg was for trying the railway.
Olga gives me her hand it is swallowed up completely in mine, and she lets it lie there as long as I will. Then she thanks me, and shambles gaily off again. And her toes turning in and out all odd ways. I am nearly at my goal. Sunday evening I lay in a watchman's hut not far from Ovrebo, so as to be on the place early Monday morning.
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