Shallow Soil by Knut Hamsun
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unloaded, taken to the warehouse, opened, and sold. The coffee was as good
as ever. The firm made a barrel of money out of this enterprise. Tidemand said: "I only learned the particulars a couple of days ago; I must confess that I was proud of you!" "My part of the business was simply the idea of roasting the coffee-- making it sweat out the damage, so to speak. But otherwise, really--" "I suppose you were a little anxious until you knew the result?" "Yes; I must admit I was a little anxious." "But what did your father say?" "Oh, he did not know anything until it was all over. I was afraid to tell him; he might have disinherited me, cast me off, you know. Ha, ha!" Tidemand looked at him. "Hm. This is all very well, Ole. But if you want to give your father, the firm, half the credit, then you should not at the same time tell me that your father knew nothing until it was all over. I have you there!" A clerk entered with another account on a slate; he bowed, placed the slate on the desk, and retired. The telephone rang. "One moment, Andreas; it is probably only an order. Hello!" |
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