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Updated: June 9, 2025
This surprised me greatly. I looked at the clock; it was eleven. I had been watching the peak through my field glasses from the moment I got up, but there was nothing to be seen. It was five hours since the two men had left. At half-past eleven Solem came running back; he was drenched in sweat and exhausted. "Come and help us!" he called excitedly to the group of guests.
Miss Torsen no longer talks about leaving. Not that she looks very happy about staying, either; but Miss Torsen is altogether too restless and strange to be contented with anything. Naturally she caught cold after that evening in the woods with Solem, and stayed in bed with a headache next day; when she got up again, she was quite all right. Was she?
Solem was being discussed at dinner; I don't know who began it, but some of the ladies thought he was good-looking, and they nodded and said, Yes, he was the right sort. "What do you mean by the right sort?" Associate Master Hoey asked, looking up from his plate. No one answered. Then Associate Master Hoey could not help smiling broadly, and said: "Well, well!
Josephine went to Solem and said: "Will you go and sow the field by the river?" "Has Paul said so?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. Solem went very unwillingly. While he was drawing the harrow, Josephine went down to him and said: "Harrow it once more." What a brisk little thing she was, with far more forethought than the men! She looked bewitching, for all her hard work.
Why was her throat so blue under the chin, as though someone had seized her by it? She never went near Solem any more, and behaved as though he were nonexistent. Apparently there had been a struggle in the woods that had made her blue under the chin, and they were friends no longer! It was like her to want nothing real, nothing but the sensation, nothing but the triumph.
She began to look around for something to slip over her shoulders, but it took her a few minutes because she was still quite shaken. Before she had found anything, Nikolai trudged into the yard. "Oh, there you are! You haven't done anything rash, have you?" Nikolai's features were still a little drawn as he replied: "No, I just took him over to see his son." "Has Solem got a son here?" I asked.
And here was the lad Solem. They got into the habit of telling one another what Solem had said and what Solem believed, and they all listened with great interest. Solem himself had grown spoiled, and joked disrespectfully with the ladies; he called himself a great chap, and once he had even bragged in a most improper way, saying: "Look, here's a sinful devil for you!"
They made each other's acquaintance then, and probably met again later in the town. Solem was everywhere. The ladies at the Tore Peak resort well, Solem was no angel, but they did little to improve him. And so he met this woman who had learned nothing but to teach.... I ought to have understood before this. I don't understand anything any more. But something has happened to me now.
Refreshed and rejuvenated, I idle about, stand for a while watching Solem, who has been put to carting manure, then drift on down through the wood to the cotters' houses. Neat, compact houses, barns with room for two cows and a couple of goats in each, half-naked children playing homemade games outside the barns, quarrels and laughter and tears.
"I do mind," she cried. "Go away!" I don't know what her face looked like then, but her voice was gray gray with tears and indignation. In a moment I was in the living room. The stranger was Solem. Another meeting with Solem. He was everywhere. Our eyes met. "I think you were asked to leave?" I said. "Take it easy, take it easy," he said, in a kind of half-Norwegian, half-Swedish.
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