...' 'Yes, and--here's another handkerchief with the same
initials on--' says the Captain. 'Oh, heavens! yes, you're ever so
considerate, Lovise.' Fruen was all upset at that. 'I'm sorry you should
have seen it,' she said. 'It must be one I brought back with me when I
came home. I haven't looked through my things properly since. But does it
really matter so very much? Surely--' 'Oh no,' said he. 'And if you'd
only listen to me,' she went on, I'm almost certain it's you that ... I
mean, that the child is yours. Why should it not be? Oh, I don't know how
to say it!' 'Sit down again,' said the Captain. But Fruen must have
misunderstood; she got up and said: 'There you are! You won't listen to
me. Really, I can't make out why you ever wrote to me at all. You might
just as well have left me alone.' Then the Captain said something about
being in prison; if a man grew up in a prison yard, he said, and you take
him out, he'll long to be back in his prison yard again, he said. It was
something like that, anyway.
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