Shallow Soil by Knut Hamsun
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Ole took down the order, rang for a clerk, and gave it to him.. "I am detaining you," said Tidemand. "Let me take one of the slates; there is one for each now!" "Not much!" said Ole; "do you think I will let you work when you come to see me?" But Tidemand was already busy. He was thoroughly familiar with these strange marks and figures in the many columns, and made out the account on a sheet of paper. They stood at the desk opposite each other and worked, with an occasional bantering remark. "Don't let us forget the glasses altogether!" "No; you are right!" "This is the most enjoyable day I have had in a long time," said Ole. "Do you think so? I was just going to say the same. I have just left the Grand--By the way, I have an invitation for you; we are both going to the farewell celebration for Ojen--quite a number will be there." "Is that so? Where is it going to be?" "In Milde's studio. You are going, I hope?" "Yes; I will be there." |
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