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She rang a bell on the top floor. The woman who opened
the door looked nice and tidy. She showed them a room with
two beds. It looked out over a grey backyard with washing
hanging in the windows, but there were plants on the balconies;
loggias and terraces with green shrubs rose above the grey roofs.
Francesca went on talking to the woman while she examined
the beds and looked into the stove, and explained things to
Helge:
“There’s sun here all the morning. When one bed’s moved
out, the room will look bigger; and the stove is all right. The
price is forty lire without light and fire, and two for servizio.
It is cheap. Shall I say you take it? You can move in
tomorrow, if you like.”
“Don’t thank me. I just loved to help you,” she said, as
they walked down the stairs. “I hope you will like it.
Signora Papi is very clean, I know.”
“It is not a common virtue here, I suppose?”
“No, indeed. But I don’t think the people who let rooms
in Christiania are much better. My sister and I lived once in
rooms in Holbergsgate and I had a pair of patent leather shoes
under the bed, but I never dared to take them out. Sometimes
I peeped at them under the bed; they looked like two little white
woolly lambs.”
“I have no experience in that way. I have always lived at
home.”
Francesca burst out laughing all of a sudden. “The signora
thought I was your moglie, do you know, and that we were
going to live there together. I said I was your cousin, but she
did not catch on. Cugina — it is not an accepted relationship
anywhere in the world, it seems.”
Both laughed.
“Would you care to go for a walk?” asked Miss Jahrman
suddenly. “Shall we go to Ponte Molle? Have you been
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