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There was nothing to be moved from those they had occupied with their father and mother; not a splinter, not a shred, beyond the clothes they had on and those kept at Mrs. Petersen's, was left to them; indeed, had there been, we never should have allowed them to claim it, nor would Mrs. Petersen have allowed it to come into her tidy apartments.
"He really don't know what he's doing. No if everybody would only be as clever as Meyer and just look after his own business, then certain people would be sitting there in good health and earning good money!" "Hold your tongue!" said Petersen angrily. "You're a woman you know nothing about the matter." At which the woman went back to her cooking.
She spent long hours in reading, while Petersen and the servants made preparations for the journey, and she wrote a line to Guido every day, to tell him how sorry she was for him. She received grateful notes from him, so badly written that she could hardly read them.
The blood rushed into his hollow cheeks until they burned, and then he began to cough. "Petersen!" said the woman anxiously, supporting his back. "Petersen!" She sighed and shook her head, while she helped him to struggle through his fit of coughing. "When the talk's about the Court shoemaker Petersen always gets like one possessed," she said, when he had overcome it.
That is my whole history the history of the ci- devant milliner Caroline Peters, the future horseman Charles Petersen." "What!" ejaculated Leonora, in amazement. "You intend to enlist in the cavalry?" "If they will accept me. I am well versed in horsemanship, for when my father was still living I rode out with him every day.
Is the family of Toomai of the Elephants to be trodden underfoot in the dirt of a Keddah? Bad one! Wicked one! Worthless son! Go and wash Kala Nag and attend to his ears, and see that there are no thorns in his feet. Or else Petersen Sahib will surely catch thee and make thee a wild hunter a follower of elephant's foot tracks, a jungle bear. Bah! Shame! Go!"
"You organize the struggle," said Petersen. "I'm no good nowadays for that and I've no strength. But I'll sound the assault ay, and so that they wake up. Then you yourself must see to keeping the fire alight in them." His eyes burned in their shadowy sockets; he stood there like a martyr upholding the necessity of the conflict. The embargo was agreed upon unanimously!
But Meyer had, without more ado, treated the invention as his own, inasmuch as it was produced by one of his workmen. He took out a patent and made a lot of money by it, trifling as the thing was. When Petersen demanded a share of the profits, he was dismissed.
By and by for we must have been pulling a good half-hour the single mast of a small shallop showed itself; and Petersen, who had been very quiet and grave, burst into an incoherent fit of crying, only relieved by broken exclamations of mingled Danish and English. "'Tis the Upernavik oil-boat!
"Where are you from?" one of the fishermen asked me. "From America," I replied. "From America!" they all exclaimed at once. "Is that possible?" "Yes, he is from America," said Captain Petersen. "I have a brother in America, in Minnesota," exclaimed one. A second said: "I have a sister in Dakota." A third: "I also have a brother in America; he sails on the Great Lakes."
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