Pelle the Conqueror — Volume 03 by Martin Andersen Nexø
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"She had only to come to me; I'm ever so much in her debt!"
"No, don't you believe she'd do that. The 'Family' is proud. I had to go over and steal the shoes somehow!" "Poor little things!" said Madam Johnsen, "it's really touching to see how they hold together! And they know how to get along. But why are you taking Pelle's arm, Hanne? You don't mean anything by it." "Must one always mean something by it, little mother? Pelle is my young man to-day, and has to protect me." "Good Lord, what is he to protect you from? From yourself, mostly, and that's not easy!" "Against a horde of robbers, who will fall upon me in the forest and carry me away. And you'll have to pay a tremendous ransom!" "Good Lord, I'd much rather pay money to get rid of you! If I had any money at all! But have you noticed how blue the sky is? It's splendid with all this sun on your back--it warms you right through the cockles of your heart." At the Triangle they took an omnibus and bowled along the sea-front. The vehicle was full of cheerful folk; they sat there laughing at a couple of good-natured citizens who were perspiring and hurling silly witticisms at one another. Behind them the dust rolled threateningly, and hung in a lazy cloud round the great black waterbutts which stood on their high trestles along the edge of the road. Out in the Sound the boats lay with sails outspread, but did not move; everything was keeping |
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