The things we do!

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Three more days now to the goal my curious fancy had set before me: to
Ovrebo, to Captain Falkenberg's. It was an opportune time to walk up there
just now and ask for work; there would be plenty to do on a big place like
that in the spring. Six years since I was there last; time had passed, and
for the last few weeks I had been letting my beard grow, so that none
should recognize me now.
It was in the middle of the week; I must arrange to get there on the
Saturday evening. Then the Captain would let me stay over the Sunday while
he thought about taking me on. On Monday he would come and say yes or no.
Strangely enough, I felt no excitement at the thought of what was to come;
nothing of unrest, no; calmly and comfortably I took my way by farmstead,
wood, and meadow. I thought to myself how I had once, years ago, spent
some adventurous weeks at that same Ovrebo, even to being in love with
Fruen herself, with Fru Lovise. Ay, that I was.


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