The Emperor of Portugalia by Selma Lagerlöf
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Stockholm, where she had been obliged to pay for her keep. And then
one day she had had the good fortune to meet in the street the merchant who had given her the red dress, and he had found a place for her. Would it not be reasonable to suppose that the merchant had also raised the money for her? That was not altogether impossible. "No, it was not impossible," said Katrina, "but since the girl has neither come herself nor written it's plain she has failed." Every one in the hut grew more anxious and apprehensive for every moment that passed. They all felt that some dire misfortune would soon fall upon those who lived there. When the tension was becoming unbearable the door opened once more and a man who was seldom seen in the Ashdales came in. The instant this man entered it became as still in the hut as on a winter night in the forest, and every one's eyes save Jan's alone turned toward him. Jan did not stir, although Katrina whispered to him that Senator Carl Carlson of Storvik had just come in. The senator held in his hand a roll of papers and every one took for granted that he had been sent here by the new owner of Falla, to notify the Ruffluck folk of what must befall them, now that they could not meet Lars Gunnarson's claim. Carl Carlson wore his usual magisterial mien and no one could guess how heavily the blow he had come to deal would fall. He went up and shook hands, first with Katrina, then with the others, and each one |
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