The things we do!

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XXXIII

So here I am once more in the crush and noise of a city, with its
newspapers and people. I have been away from all this for many months now,
and find it not unpleasant. I spend a morning taking it all in; get hold
of some other clothes, and set off to find Froken Elisabeth at her
address. She was staying with some relatives.
And now--should I be lucky enough to meet the other one? I am restless as
a boy. My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then
going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the
clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell.
"Froken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?"
Froken Elisabeth comes out. "_Goddag_. You wished to speak to.... Oh,
is it you?"
I had brought a parcel from her mother. _Varsaagod_.
She tears open the parcel and looks inside. "Oh, fancy Mama thinking of
that. The opera-glasses! We've been to the theatre already.... I didn't
recognize you at first.


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