Pelle the Conqueror — Volume 01 by Martin Andersen Nexø
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a little.
"Dear me! Perhaps it's a secret?" he said, laughing. "Not that I know of," answered the fisherman cautiously. "Well, of course I don't expect anything for nothing! And besides it wears out your talking-apparatus to be continually opening and shutting it. How much do you generally get?" He took out his purse; it was his intention to insult them now. The other fishermen threw stolen glances at their leader. If only he did not run them aground! The head man took his pipe out of his mouth and turned to his companions: "No, as I was saying, there are some folks that have nothing to do but go about and be clever." He warned them with his eyes, the expression of his face was wooden. His companions nodded. They enjoyed the situation, as the commercial traveller could see from their doltish looks. He was enraged. Here he was, being treated as if he were air and made fun of! "Confound you fellows! Haven't you even learnt as much as to give a civil answer to a civil question?" he said angrily. The fishermen looked backward and forward at one another, taking mute counsel. "No, but I tell you what it is! She must come some time," said the head man at last. |
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