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Updated: May 5, 2025
I had to make another little journey yesterday, out to Drammen no, Frederikstad, I mean. Get me something to eat, will you?" "Varsaagod, it's already laid." "It was the day before yesterday, by the way, I went out there. Well, well, she'll have had a little outing, anyhow. And how's everything going on? Are the men at work on the trench?" "They've finished it, I think."
"Oh...." said Fruen suddenly, as if she had just thought of something. "You must have some money. Yes, of course...." I grasped at that to save myself, and answered: "Thank you very much." Falkenberg said nothing. "Well, you've only to ask, you know. Varsaagod" and she handed me the money I had asked for. "And what about you?" "Nothing, thank you all the same," answered Falkenberg.
Emma comes in: "Varsaagod; there's something ready for you in the kitchen." To my horror she had my rug over one arm. "And Fruen told me to ask if this wasn't your rug." "Mine? No; I've got mine here with my things." Emma goes off again with the rug. Well, how could I say it was mine? Devil take the rug!... Should I go down to the kitchen or not?
Had these strange beings set their dinner-time by mine? "Varsaagod!" But I felt I could not well sit down to eat with them, so I remained standing by the horses. "Well?" said Fruen. "Thank you kindly," said I, and waited to be served. They helped me, both of them, as if they could never give me enough.
It must be because of the cold she chose to eat in a stranger's house, I thought to myself; she could hardly be afraid of me.... I tied up the horses and gave them their fodder. It looked like rain, so I put the oilskins over them, patted them, and went up to the cottage with the basket. There is only an old woman at home. "Varsaagod!" she says, and "Come in."
My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell. "Froken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?" Froken Elisabeth comes out. "Goddag. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is it you?" I had brought a parcel from her mother. Varsaagod.
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