The things we do!

But Grindhusen, he was as
a red-headed wolf after the girls.
Did he remember the old days at Skreia?
He looks at me, taking stock of me, with something of reserve; it is quite
a while before I can draw him out to remember it at all.
Yes, he remembers Skreia well enough.
"And Anders Fila and 'Spiralen' and Petra?"
"Which one?"
"Petra--the one that was your girl."
"Ay, I remember her. I got tied up with her at last." Grindhusen falls to
chopping wood again.
"Got tied up with her, did you?"
"Ay, that was the end of it. Had to be, I suppose. What was I going to
say, now? You've turned out something fine, by the look of things."
"Why? Is it these clothes you're thinking of? You've Sunday clothes
yourself, now, haven't you?"
"What d'you give for those you've got on?"
"I can't remember, but it was nothing very much. Couldn't say exactly what
it was."
Grindhusen looks at me in astonishment and bursts out laughing.
"What? Can't remember what you paid for them?"
Then he turns serious, shakes his head, and says: "No, I dare say you
wouldn't.


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