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Nikolai had traversed in vain the district surrounding the Valsets' cottage, keeping constant watch at the same time down the broad high-road, which went past the gate, and the footpath that crept straight across the field down behind it. Silla was not to be seen. A girl went with a bucket from the cowshed into the pent-house.
The hammer rang no longer. "Veyergang's son the girls at Veyergang's factory!" Nikolai stood, anxious and uncertain, listening, and now and again glancing quickly and sharply over at the man who was speaking. Then he washed off the soot, and disappeared. Silla had been down to the Valsets' cottage to fetch the customary evening pint of milk, when at the gate she met Nikolai.
After having exhausted every artifice, he stationed himself on the watch for a long time where the roads crossed and one went up to the Valsets' cottage. But fortune did not favour him this evening; he remained standing there with his workbox. It was dark all down the street except near the lamp-post. There was somebody! There she was! He hurried up.
Holman's side, with bent head, like a willow that is bowed by its growth. Sometimes she stole a glance around, like a school-girl who avoids her teacher's eye. They separated at the Valsets' cottage; Silla went in after the evening's milk. She came out again with the can, and took the path over the meadow.
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