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very nice looking.” It dawned upon her that it might be Gunnar,
and she got up, but, suddenly changing her mind, wrapped
herself up in a rug and sat down in the deepest of her
armchairs.
Mrs. Schlessinger departed, pleased to announce a visitor.
Showing Gunnar into the room, she remained an instant smiling
by the door before closing it.
He squeezed her hand, almost hurting her, and greeted her
with a beaming smile:
“I thought I had better come up here to see what kind of
a place you had settled on. It is rather a dull part of the world
you have chosen, but it is healthy anyway.” He shook the
water from his hat as he spoke.
“You must have some tea and something to eat,” said Jenny,
making a movement as if meaning to rise, but remained sitting,
saying with a blush: “Do you mind ringing the bell?”
Heggen ate with excellent appetite, talking all the while.
He was delighted with Berlin; he had lived in a workmen’s
quarter — the Moabit — and spoke with equal enthusiasm about
the social democrats and the military, for “there is something
grand and manly about it, and the one stimulates the other.”
He had been over some great factories and had studied night
life, having met a Norwegian engineer who was on his
honeymoon and a Norwegian couple with two lovely daughters, who
were dying to see a little vice at close quarters. They had
been to National, Riche, and to Amorsaale, and the ladies had
enjoyed it all immensely.
“But I offended them, I’m afraid — asked Miss Paulsen to
come home with me late one evening.”
“Gunnar, how could you!”
“Well, I was not quite sober, you understand; it was only a
joke, you know. If by any chance she had consented, I should
have been in an awful fix. Might have had to marry a little
girl who amuses herself sniffing at such things — no, thank
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