The Great Hunger by Johan Bojer
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there was a little girl, too, named Louise, who was with some folks
away up in the inland parishes. She was in high spirits, and told risky stories and sang songs by no means sacred. The old people shook their heads over her--the younger ones watched her with sidelong glances. And when she left, she kissed Peer, and turned round more than once to look back at him, flushed under her big hat, and smiling; and it seemed to Peer that she must surely be the loveliest creature in all the world. But now--now she had gone to a place where the ungodly dwell in such frightful torment, and no hope of salvation for her through all eternity--and Peer all the while could only think of her in a light dress and a big straw hat, all song and happy laughter. Then came the question: Who was to pay for the boy now? True, his baptismal certificate said that he had a father--his name was Holm, and he lived in Christiania--but, from what the mother had said, it was understood that he had disappeared long ago. What was to be done with the boy? Never till now had Peer rightly understood that he was a stranger here, for all that he called the old couple father and mother. He lay awake night after night up in the loft, listening to the talk about him going on in the room below--the good-wife crying and saying: "No, no!", the others saying how hard the times were, and that Peer was quite old enough now to be put to service as a goat-herd on some up-country farm. Then Peer would draw the skin-rug up over his head. But often, when one of the elders chanced to be awake at night, he could hear some one in |
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