He had ended up by saying: "Anyhow,
I'm cutting timber now to pay it off. And the harvest we've got in means a
lot of money. So I hope the Lord will forgive me--as I do Him. Good-night,
Lovise."
When we had laid the last stone of the reservoir, and cement over all, I
went down with Grindhusen to help Lars with the trench--we took a section
each. The work went on easily and with a will--here and there a stone had
to be blasted out, or a tree felled up in the woods; but the trench moved
steadily upwards, until we had a long black line from the house to the
reservoir itself. Then we went back again and dug it out to the proper
depth. This was no ornamental work, but a trench--an underground resting
place for some pipes that were to be buried on the spot. All we were
concerned with was to get down below the reach of frost, and that before
the frost itself came to hinder us. Already it was coating the fields at
night. Nils himself left all else now, and came to lend a hand.
But masonry and digging trenches are but work for the hands; my brain in
its idleness was busy all the while with every conceivable idea.
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