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Hamsun, Knut, 1859-1952

"Wanderers"

.. the door...."
Then I heard my name whispered again and again....
I sawed through the floor in the passage, and got everything done. Fruen
was there all the time. She was so eager to talk, to explain, and laughing
and crying all the time.
I said:
"That picture that was hanging over your bed--wouldn't it be as well to
move that too?"
"Ye--es, perhaps it would," said Fruen.


XI

Now all the pipes were laid, and the taps fixed; the water spurted out in
the sink in a fine, powerful jet. Grindhusen had borrowed the tools we
needed from somewhere else, so we could plaster up a few holes left here
and there; a couple of days more, and we had filled in the trench down the
hillside, and our work at the vicarage was done. The priest was pleased
with us; he offered to stick up a notice on the red post saying we were
experts in the business of wells and pipes and water-supply, but, seeing
it was so late in the year, and the frost might set in any time, it
wouldn't have helped us much.


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