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Not she alone they would all come. When was he going? She turned to Ole Henriksen: "You'll come, won't you, and see Ojen off when he goes?" Ole Henriksen then gave an unexpected reply which surprised even Mrs. Hanka: He would not only go with Ojen to the station, he would go with him all the way to Torahus.
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.
As soon as he returned from that trip to England he would be ready. And he thought it would be best for her to go home to Torahus while he was away; when everything was in order he would come up for her. Their wedding trip would have to be postponed until spring; he would be too busy until then. Aagot smiled happily and agreed to everything.
When he had given his orders in the warehouse, he walked over to the restaurant where he usually took his meals. It was late. He ate hurriedly and spoke to no one. He was engrossed in thought about a new enterprise he had in mind. His tar was going to Spain. The rye held firm, with good prices; he sold steadily, his business began to stretch forth new arms. There was that new tannery near Torahus.
As he turns toward the fortress he meets a man he seems to know; they both stop. "Pardon me, but haven't we met before?" asks Ojen politely. The stranger answers with a smile: "Yes, on Torahus. We spent an evening together." "Of course; your name is Coldevin. I thought I knew you. How are you?" "Oh, so so But are you abroad so early?" "Well, to tell the truth, I haven't been to bed yet."
He knew Torahus; he gave Ojen a hint about visiting the house of the county judge, which was a mile away. He had only to row across a lake; pine woods all around the house looked like a little white marble palace in the green surroundings. "How do you know all this?" asked Irgens, quite surprised to hear Ole speak. "I went through there on a walking trip," answered Ole, embarrassed.
"Oh well, I won't detain you," says Milde. "By the way, have you written anything lately?" "A couple of prose poems," replies Ojen, brightening at once. "I am waiting to get off to Torahus so I can start in in earnest. You are right this town is unbearable!" "Well I had the whole country in mind, though Say, don't forget next Thursday evening in my studio.
Yes, indeed, we had quite a number of writers, it could not be denied "There came to Torahus, for instance, one of them before I left; his name was Stefan Ojen. I have read two of his books. He was nervous, he told me; he spoke a good deal about a new school, a new intention within the realm of literature. His clothes were silk lined, but he did not put himself forward much.
With them had come a third person, a somewhat peculiar fellow. Ole returned from Torahus the 5th of April. He introduced his fiancee at once to the clique, presented her to his friends, and spent all day in her company. He had not as yet introduced her to Irgens and Attorney Grande because he had failed to run across them. She was young and fair, with high bosom and a straight carriage.
"He tells me that he wanted me to see that he was doing something and not wasting his time altogether. He is anxious to get back, though; he cannot stand Torahus any longer." Milde whistled. "I understand! He asked you for carfare!" "I do not suppose he has much money left. That could hardly be expected," answered Ole, and put the manuscript in his pocket.
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