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He tried to raise his head. Strom stepped forward. "Here we are," he said, his voice stifled with emotion. "But I'd give a good dead to have had us both blown to hell instead of this happening. None of us has wished you any good!" He held out his hand. But the "Great Power" could not raise his; he lay there, staring up through the holes in the thatched roof.
Deveny ruled, but Deveny's rule was irksome to Strom Rogers the man to whom Deveny had just spoken. For while Deveny drank, Rogers watched him with covert vigilance, with a jeering gleam far back in his eyes, with a secret envy and jealousy, with hatred and contempt and mockery. Yet there was fear in Rogers' eyes, too a mere glimmer of it.
Someone takes Axel Ström by the arm: it is Geissler. "H'm," said he, "so you're done with that now!" "Ay," said Axel. "But they've wasted a lot of your time to no purpose." "Ay," said Axel again. But he was coming to himself again gradually, and after a moment he added: "None the less, I'm glad it was no worse." "No worse?" said Geissler. "I'd have liked to see them try!"
Among them she saw faces she knew Colver, Strom Rogers, and others. There must have been twenty-five or thirty men, altogether, and they were all on a little level beside the trail. It seemed to Barbara that they all appeared to have forgotten her; seemed not to know that she was in the vicinity. She saw Deveny standing on the little level.
Sellanraa is no longer a desolate spot in in the waste; human beings live here seven of them, counting great and small. But in the little time the haymaking lasted there came a stranger or so, folk wanting to see the mowing-machine. Brede Olsen was first, of course, but Axel Ström came, too, and other neighbours from lower down ay, from right down in the village.
He walks up with Axel Ström on the way back, leading his sheep on a string. Axel is taciturn, seemingly anxious about something, whatever it might be. There's nothing he need be troubled about that one can see, thinks Isak; his crops are looking well, most of his fodder is housed already, and he has begun timbering his house.
The 'Great Power' doesn't want to have more than any one else where we have all done an equal amount of work." He raised his hand, painfully, and made a magnanimous gesture. "There he believes he's the engineer of the harbor works!" said Strom. "He's wandering. Wouldn't a cold application do him good?" Emil took the bucket in order to fetch fresh water.
As though from a remote distance he could hear his next-door neighbor, Strom the diver, moving about his room with tottering steps, and clattering with his cooking utensils close at hand. The smell of food, mingled with tobacco smoke and the odor of bedding, which crept through the thin board partition, and hovered, heavy and suffocating, above his head, became even more overpowering.
Thus Clement of Alexandria, in stating the opinion which this school held on the subject of marriage, says that they referred to our Lord's saying, 'All men cannot receive this, &c. Strom. iii. Matt. xix. 11, 12. The reference of this to St. The whole phrase is a remarkable one and the verbal coincidence exact, the words that follow are an easy and natural abridgment.
Axel Ström was nearest to Isak's land now, his next-door neighbour. A clever fellow, unmarried, he came from Helgeland. He had borrowed Isak's new harrow to break up his soil, and not till the second year had he set up a hayshed and a turf hut for himself and a couple of animals. He had called his place Maaneland, because it looked nice in the moonlight.
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