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Updated: June 23, 2025
All that was wanting now was that Karna should squeeze her fat body through the basement window one night, and she too disappear like smoke on the hunt for Gustav. This did not happen, however; and she became kindly disposed toward Lasse again, saw after his and Pelle's clothes, and tried to make them comfortable.
He earned more at that than the town magistrate received as salary, and was the cleverest boxer in the neighborhood. Here the master made his bloodless hands circle one round the other, and let them fall clenched upon Pelle's back. "That," he said, in a superior tone, "is what they call boxing. Brother Martin can cripple a man with one blow. He is paid for it, the devil!" The master shuddered.
Her heart was so large that he was almost afraid; she really took more interest in this child than in her own. "I'm his mother, of course!" she said naturally. "You don't suppose he can do without a real mother, do you?" Marie's fate lay like a shadow over Pelle's mind.
Pelle's voice quivered with eagerness, and he had to dilate his nostrils to get air enough; his limbs began to tremble. "No only sixty you hit so hard! And I must have the money first, or you may cheat me." "I don't cheat," said Pelle gloomily. But Rud held to his point. Pelle's body writhed; he was like a ferret that has tasted blood.
He must have had quite a clear idea of what had happened the day before, for suddenly he touched Pelle's arm. "You're like Noah's good son, that covered up his father's shame!" he said; "but Lasse's a beast. It's been a hard blow on me, as you may well believe! But I know quite well that it doesn't mend matters to drink one's self silly.
"I went there on Thursday when the old things had leave to go out and beg for a little coffee; and one day I saw her." "Didn't you go up to her then?" "No; I was tired of listening to her lamentations!" Johanna was no longer stiff and defiant. She lay with her face turned away and answered a little sullenly Pelle's questions, while she played nervously with his fingers.
All through your childhood you've sat there and made up stories and looked out for the ship! We shall soon have had enough of it! And you let Pelle sit there and watch you uncovering your youth aren't you ashamed of yourself?" "Pelle's so good, mother and he's my brother, too. He thinks nothing of it." "Thinks nothing of it? Yes, he does; he thinks how soft and white your bosom is!
It was true he had not celebrated Pelle's victory with a flourish of trumpets, but had preferred to be his conscience! That was really at the bottom of it. He had intoxicated himself in the noise, and wanted to find something with which to drown Morten's quiet warning voice, and the accusation was not far to seek envy! It was he himself, in fact, who had been the one to disappoint.
And a few days later, when this had become stale, something happened which put a stop forever to Pelle's school attendance. The children were busy at arithmetic, chattering and clattering with their slates, and Fris was sitting as usual in his place, with his head against the wall and his hands resting on the desk.
Lasse looked very respectable; he was wearing Pelle's second-best suit, which Ellen had cleaned for him, and a black watered silk cravat, with a white waterproof collar, and well-polished slippers on his feet. These last were his old watertight boots those in which Pelle had left Stone Farm. They were still in existence, but had been cut down to form house-slippers.
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