Full resolution (TIFF) - On this page / på denna sida - Chapter IV. The Journey. -- A little Adventure.
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
and I would not advise Nicholas Kron, my lover, to meddle
with those pale-nosed Germans, who may have cast sheep’s-eyes
at him." With these words Greta pounded the pestle in the
mortar with such force that the cinnamon flew in every
direction.
"Have you not yet spoken to Nicholas since he has returned?"
inquired Ivar.
"No; don’t you know that they had to march all together, to
Norway; but now we shall have peace, as I have been informed
to a certainty by a courier officer who passed through here a few
days ago, and then if will become otherwise with Nicholas, that
I will promise. If I marry him next spring, as we agreed last
spring, and he is not obliged to the wars again, he must leave
off gazing af other women. But do you not wish to eat something?
Our lady has gone to the city, and for that reason I
have the keys to-day."
Ivar accepted her invitation, advanced to the kitchen-table,
and took hold of what Liesgreta’s hospitality had placed before
him. He had not so much of an appetite as he thought he had
during his walk from the bridge to the house, for it was utterly
impossible for him to cease thinking of the strange lady, and the
child with the swollen eyebrow and black bandage: even the
little dog he could not forget. He would have worked, God
knows how much, to have owned such a treasure. In the
meantime Ivar was obliged, after a short consultation with Liesgreta,
to continue his journey. When he arrived in the neighbourhood
of Uddevalla it was quite dark; but, without searching for a
tavern, he went, without delay, to the house of the tanner, Brun,
which was located at the other extremity of the town.
Ivar was fortunate enough to find the tanner at home, and
after he had waited a short time, he was admittcd into the room,
where Master Brun was in the custom of smoking his evening
pipe.
Not without a slightly-beating heart, our hero undertook to
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
