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Updated: June 20, 2025
But a strange feeling of distress fettered Christian's tongue, and he remained silent. "'What have you got to say to me? asked the sailor. "'Save me! was the first word, which Christian heard from her lips in the cabin; she whom he had regarded as a rich and noble lady. 'I am sunk in shame! said she. 'No one esteems me; I no longer esteem myself. Oh, save me, Sören!
She was no sooner in the midst of one difficult situation, and her troubled grandparents, putting their heads together, had decided to take strong measures, than she was out of it again and into something else. It was just like sailing over a flat bottom thought Sören passing away under one and making room for something new.
Yes, in time! The years passed, and with each of them heaven sent Sören a little golden-locked angel. After six years of marriage they had exactly five children. The quiet little town was unchanged, Sören was still the Sheriff's clerk, and the Sheriff's household was as of old; but Sören himself was scarcely to be recognized.
"Well, you see she's the child of a farmer's son," answered Maren, who had never got over the greatest disappointment of her life, and eagerly caught at anything that might soften it. But Sören laughed scornfully and said: "You're a fool, Maren, and that's all about it." One day Sören came crawling on all fours over the doorstep.
They drank a mug of beer in the ferry-house, and used to converse with the student, for he was a clever young man, who knew his "Practica," as they called it; he could read Greek and Latin, and was well up in learned subjects. "The less one knows, the less it presses upon one," said Mother Soren.
Sören picked up a hayfork and made for the lad, who hid behind the threshing-machine, livid with fear. "Look here," the boy's father broke in: "Don't you think we two old ones had better go outside and talk the matter over? Young folk nowadays are foolish. Whatever the boy's share in the matter may be, I don't believe he'll marry her," began he, as they were outside.
"Go and put your arm round her waist that's what she wants! Let her feel your hands on her hips! Why do you suppose she sticks out her bosom like that? Let her feel your hands on her hips! Push the old man aside!" "Oh, leave me alone!" replied Soren, and he moved further away from her again. "You are tempting your father to sin you know what he is!
But, of course, although the daily affairs were settled by Sören Man, there were occasions when Maren insisted on having her way more so when it seriously affected her offspring. Then she could as with witchcraft suddenly forget her good behavior, brush aside Sören's arguments as endless nonsense, and would stand there like a stone wall which one could neither climb over, nor get round.
It could not be said that they had drawn back from him, but he seemed somehow to have disappeared from their view. When they happened to meet, there was a certain embarrassment on both sides. Sören no longer cared for the things that interested them, and they were bored when he held forth upon the severity of his daily grind, and the expensiveness of living.
Trees on the contrary did no work at all and as a punishment God had chained them to the spot. "What does God look like?" asked Ditte. The question staggered Sören.
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