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But he had failed to find Coldevin, and he had purposely avoided asking Gregersen; the Journalist might have heard the news from Russia, and might inadvertently have betrayed the fatal tidings. Tidemand looked as if he had spent a sleepless night. To Ole's whispered inquiry, he answered smilingly that things might be worse. But he asked to be allowed to keep his place at the tiller.
She had probably even bought things for the children with that money. Tidemand grew hot all of a sudden. At least she should never lack anything; thank God, one wasn't a pauper exactly! He took out all the money he could spare, left the office, and went up-stairs. The maid told him that Hanka was in her own little room, the middle room facing the street. It was four o'clock.
These few words were all they spoke. They stood in the train-shed beneath the glass vault. It had begun to rain, and they heard the drops beating on the roof while the engine stood wheezing on the track. Aagot entered her compartment and gave Tidemand her hand.
Are you going into a receiver's hands?" asked Ole in a temper. "No," answered Tidemand, "I think I can skin through without that. The ice in England and Australia is quite a help now; not much, but crowns are money to me now. I shall have to retrench, to sell what I can in order to raise cash.
How would it do if one gave a little thought to a tar-manufacturing plant alongside? He really was going to speak to Ole about that. He had had it in mind several weeks. He had even consulted an engineer about it. There were the cuttings and the tops. If the tannery took the bark, why shouldn't the tar plant take the wood? Tidemand walked home. It rained steadily.
Ole followed him to the door and said: "It wasn't you who didn't care how matters turn out, was it? Well, I am glad you came, anyway." The awkward fellow! This was Ole Henriksen's way of stiffening a comrade's backbone. But Tidemand did not go at once; he stood there with his hand on the door-knob and shifted his eyes nervously from place to place.
He had to answer, to expostulate: What, another bill? Well, put it there, and I will look at it some time when I need a piece of paper. Oh, it is receipted? Well, then I will have to refuse to accept it; I never have receipted bills lying round. Take it back with my compliments.... Tidemand walked back and forth. An association of ideas made him think of Hanka and the divorce.
Hanka now found it unnecessary to place any restraint upon herself.... Tidemand entered the warehouse. A cool and tart smell of tropical products, of coffee and oils and wines, filled the atmosphere. Tall piles of tea-boxes, bundles of cinnamon sewn in bast, fruits, rice, spices, mountains of flour-sacks everything had its designated place, from floor to roof.
No; she might have known it; these poets were always forgetting the most essential. He would have to telegraph at once. Good-bye! And get well soon.... She was maternal to the last. The Journalist accompanied her. "You said there was something you wanted to tell me," said Tidemand. "Yes; so there is You were surprised that I wanted to go along to Torahus.
Of course, Tidemand had bought to sell if he could get his price. Milde had moved over to Paulsberg, and spoke to him in a low whisper. Ojen's prose poem had caused him some anxiety. Perhaps, after all, there was something to this fellow, this competitor in the matter of the subsidy. What was Paulsberg's opinion? "You know I don't care to speak for or against in such a matter," said Paulsberg.
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