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Moreover, he had made up his mind now to develop the business on a grand scale. The Swedes had come back again and would flood the place with money; he would be a fool to sell out now. Aronsen was forced to go back each time with a flat refusal, more and more disgusted at his own lack of foresight in ever having given up the place.
"I'll not be called 'young man' by you, if you please," said Eleseus, offended in his turn. They must be mortal enemies after that. But how could it be that Aronsen had all along been so independent and so sure of not being forced to sell? There was a reason for it: Aronsen had a little hope at the back of his mind, after all.
But nothing came of it; the engineer explained that he was obliged to start work from the south because that was nearest the sea, and saved the need of an aerial railway, reduced the transport almost to nil. No, the work must begin that way; no more to be said. Then it was that Aronsen at once rose up and set out for the new workings, the new promised land.
And well that she came just then, a fortunate thing. A minute later had not been well at all. Isak had just come into the courtyard with his forge, and Aronsen and there is a horse and cart just pulled up. "Goddag," says Geissler, greeting Inger as well. And there they stand, all looking one at another couldn't be better.... Geissler back again.
And he answers: Answers cautiously enough that as to the price, he can say nothing of that, but he knows what Aronsen says the place has cost him. "And how much is that?" asks Inger, having no strength to keep her peace and be silent. "'Tis sixteen hundred Kroner" says Andresen.
And they drove back home. No, there was no deal; Eleseus had made a ridiculous offer, that Aronsen regarded as an insult. "I don't think much of you, young man," said Aronsen; ay, calling him young man, considering him but a slip of a lad that had grown conceited in the town, and thought to teach him, Aronsen, the value of goods.
"I said to myself, 'Sure enough, they're coming to their senses, and starting work again. And 'twas only you, after all! Where you making for, then?" "Here." "What's that you've got with you?" "Goods." "Goods?" cries Aronsen. "Coming up here with goods for sale? Who's to buy them? There's never a soul. They left last Saturday gone." "Left? Who left?" "All the lot. Not a soul on the place now.
And I've goods enough myself, anyway. A whole store packed full. I'll sell you anything you like." Oh, Trader Aronsen in difficulties again! The mine has shut down. They ply him with coffee till he grows calmer, and asks what it all means. Aronsen shakes his head despairingly. "'Tis beyond understanding, there's no words for it," says he.
They stuck to Eleseus both of them, and one day the three drove down to Storborg to see the wonder with their own eyes. But once there was a prospect of selling, Aronsen became a different man; he wasn't pressed to get rid of it, not at all. If he did go away, the place could stand as it was; 'twas a first-rate holding, a "cash down" place, there'd be no difficulty in selling it any time.
Storborg ... And there were children three pretty little things about the place. The girl was to learn to play her part as daughter of a wealthy trader, and the boys were to learn the business themselves ay, three children with a future before them! Aronsen was a man to take thought for the future, or he would not have come there at all.
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