The things we do!

I begged the
Lensmand to let me write myself.
"And agree to divide the proceeds with that rascal? Never! You leave the
whole thing in my hands. And, anyhow, if you were to write yourself, you
couldn't set it out properly the way I can."
But I worked on him until at last he agreed that I should write the first
letter, and then he should take it up after. I got some of the Lensmand's
paper again.
I got no writing done that evening; it had been an exciting day, and my
mind was all in a turmoil still. I thought and reckoned it out; for
Fruen's sake I would not write directly to the Captain, and risk causing
her unpleasantness as well; no, I would send a line to my comrade, Lars
Falkenberg, to keep an eye on the machine.
That night I had another visit from the corpse--that miserable old woman
in her night-shift, that would not leave me in peace on account of her
thumbnail. I had had a long spell of emotion the day before, so this night
she took care to come. Frozen with horror, I saw her come gliding in, stop
in the middle of the room, and stretch out her hand.


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