It was rain again now, by the
way; mild weather, many degrees of warmth.
It was well for me, no doubt, these days that I had this work of mine to
occupy my thoughts as keenly as it did; it kept away many a fancy that
would surely otherwise have plagued me. Now and again I would clench my
fists as a spasm of pain came over me; and when I was all alone up at the
reservoir I could sometimes cry aloud up at the woods. But there was no
possibility of my getting away. And where should I go if I did?
* * * * *
The Captain arrived.
He went all through the house at once--into the parlour, out into the
kitchen, then to the rooms upstairs--in his fur coat and overboots.
"Where's Fruen?" he asked.
"Fruen went to meet Captain," answered Ragnhild. "We thought she'd be
coming back now as well."
The Captain's head bowed forward a little. Then cautiously he began
questioning.
"You mean she drove with Nils to the station? Stupid of me not to have
looked about while I was there!"
"No," said Ragnhild; "it was Sunday Fruen went.
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