The Path of Life by Stijn [pseud.] Streuvels
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He looked bewildered, astounded. They all three went inside; and each of them drank a big glass of gin. The policemen whispered something together; the elder wiped the drink from his moustache and then said, very severely: "And now, clear out; hurry up! And mind your manners, will you, next time!" He was outside once more, loafing on, along the houses. * * * * * SPRING * * * * * V SPRING Mother stood like a clucking hen among her red-cheeked youngsters. She was holding a loaf against her fat stomach and, with a curved pruning-knife, was cutting off good thick slices which the youngsters snatched away one by one and stuffed into their pockets. Horieneke fetched her basket of knitting and her school-books. She first pulled Fonske's stocking up once more, buttoned Sarelke's breeches and wiped Lowietje's nose; and, with an admonishing "Straight to school, do you hear, boys?" from mother, the whole band rushed out of the door, through |
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