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"To see you here. A _little_ unpleasant; I mean, because you knew
about me before. So I asked the engineer if he couldn't send you away. Not
that he wanted to himself, you understand. Quite the reverse, in fact, but
he did at last. I'm glad you're going back to Ovrebo."
"So?" said I. "But when Fruen comes home again surely it will be just as
unpleasant to see me then?"
"Home?" she repeated. "I'm not going home."
Pause. She had frowned as she spoke. But now she nodded, and even smiled a
little, and turned to go.
"Well, well, you'll pardon me, then, I know," she said.
"Have you any objection to my going back to Captain Falkenberg?" I asked.
She stopped, and looked me full in the face. Now, what was the right thing
here? Three times she had spoken of Ovrebo. Was it with the idea that I
might put in a word for her if opportunity offered, when I got back there?
Or was she unwilling to ask of me as a favour not to go?
"No, no, indeed I've not!" she answered. "Go there, by all means.
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