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Updated: June 12, 2025
When they neared the edge of the wood by Veilbye, Morten said, "Now fetch me one of the coats the pastor wears most. If you can, get the green dressing gown I have often seen him wear mornings." "I don't dare," said Niels, "he keeps it in his bed chamber." "Well, then, I'll dare it myself," said Morten. "And now, go your way, and never show yourself here again.
It was during the seventeenth year of my term of office that the terrible event happened in the neighborhood which filled all who heard of it with shock and horror, and brought shame and disgrace upon our holy calling. The venerable Soren Quist, Rector of Veilbye, killed his servant in a fit of rage and buried the body in his garden.
"That will be too late," I said. "You are playing a dangerous game. Dangerous to your own honor and welfare." "I owe it to my brother," he replied, "and I demand that the authorities shall not refuse me assistance." My office compelled me to accede to his demands. Accompanied by the accuser and his witnesses I took my way to Veilbye.
The old miser had not hidden his wealth for all eternity, as he had hoped, but had only brought about the inheriting of it by Madame Wolff, the owner of the house, and the next of kin. The first use to which this lady put the money was to tear down the uncanny old building and to erect in its stead a beautiful new home for her daughter and son-in-law. Steen Steensen Blicher The Rector of Veilbye
It was during the seventeenth year of my term of office that the terrible event happened in the neighborhood which filled all who heard of it with shock and horror, and brought shame and disgrace upon our holy calling. The venerable Sören Quist, Rector of Veilbye, killed his servant in a fit of rage and buried the body in his garden.
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