"And I've heard Emma's been down here," he went on. "But she'll come no
more, I fancy, after this."
"She may have been here once or twice for the washing."
"Ho, yes, the washing, of course. And you coming up yourself Heaven knows
how many times a week--more washing! Bring up a shirt one day and a pair
of drawers the next, that's what you do. But you can get Ragnhild to do
your washing now."
"Well and good."
"Aha, my friend, I know you and your little ways. Going and visiting and
making yourself sweet to folk when you find them all alone. But not for
me, thank you!"
Nils comes up to us now, guessing, no doubt, what's the trouble, and ready
to put in a word for me, like the good comrade he is. He catches the last
words, and gives me a testimonial on the spot, to the effect that he's
never seen anything wrong about me all the time I've been on the place.
But Lars Falkenberg bridles up at once and puts on airs, looking Nils up
and down with contempt. He has a grudge against Nils already.
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