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Hamsun, Knut, 1859-1952

"Wanderers"


But when I had dressed, I felt myself that my working clothes were better
suited to me now; I took off my best things again, and hid them carefully
in my bag.
But, as it happened, it was not Frokenen at all who received me on that
Sunday afternoon, but Fruen. She talked to me for quite a while, and she
had spread a little white cloth under my cup.
"That trick of yours with the egg is likely to cost us something before
we've done with it," said Fruen, with a kindly laugh. "The boy's used up
half a dozen eggs already."
I had taught Harald the trick of passing a hard boiled egg with the shell
off through the neck of a decanter, by thinning the air inside. It was
about the only experiment in physics that I knew.
"But that one with breaking the stick in the two paper loops was really
interesting," Fruen went on. "I don't understand that sort of thing
myself, but.... When will the well be done?"
"The well is done. We're going to start on the trench tomorrow."
"And how long will that take to do?"
"About a week.


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