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Pelle the Conqueror — Volume 02 by Martin Andersen Nexø
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Pelle ran, and when he returned, just as he was slipping into his
leather apron, he had to go out again. "Pelle, run out and borrow a
few brass nails--then we needn't buy any to-day. Go to Klausen--no,
go to Blom, rather; you've been to Klausen already this morning."

"Blom's are angry about the screw-block!" said Pelle.

"Death and all the devils! We must see about putting it in repair
and returning it; remember that, and take it with you to the smith's.
Well, what in the world shall we do?" The young master stared
helplessly from one to another.

"Shoemaker Marker," suggested little Nikas.

"We don't borrow from Marker," and the master wrinkled his forehead.
"Marker's a louse!" Marker had succeeded in stealing one of the
oldest customers of the workshop.

"There isn't salt to eat an egg!"

"Well, what _shall_ I do?" asked Pelle, somewhat impatiently.

The master sat for a while in silence. "Well, take it, then!" he
cried, and threw a krone toward Pelle; "I have no peace from you
so long as I've got a farthing in my pocket, you demon! Buy a packet
and pay back Klausen and Blom what we've borrowed."

"But then they'd see we've got a whole packet," said Pelle.

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