No, for Grindhusen was changed somehow; devil knows how it had come about.
He had not grown bald at all; his hair was there, and thick and red as
ever. But he had picked up a deal at Ovrebo, and went about bursting with
health and good feeding; well off here? He had sent good sums of money
home to his family all that summer and autumn, and was full of praise for
Captain and Freun, who paid such good wages and treated their folk so
well. Not like the Inspector, that weighed and counted every miserable
Skilling, and then, as true as God's in heaven, go and take off two Kroner
that he'd given as clear as could be ... ugh! He, Grindhusen, was not the
man to make a fuss about a wretched two Kroner, as long as it was a matter
of any sense or reason, but to go and take it off like that--_fy
Fan!_ Would you ever find the Captain doing such a thing?
But Grindhusen was grown so cautious now, and wouldn't even get properly
angry with any one. Even yet, perhaps, he might go back and work for the
Inspector on the river at two Kroner a day, and humbly agree with all his
master said.
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