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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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The child was Marie Grubbe, the fourteen-year-old
daughter of Squire Erik Grubbe of Tjele Manor.

The blue haze of twilight rested over Tjele. The falling
dew had put a stop to the haymaking. The maids were in
the stable milking, while the men busied themselves about
the wagons and harness in the shed. The tenant farmers,
after doing their stint of work for the squire, were standing
in a group outside the gate, waiting for the call to supper.

Erik Grubbe stood at an open window, looking out into
the court. The horses, freed from harness and halter, came
slowly, one by one, from the stable and went up to the
watering-trough. A red-capped boy was hard at work putting
new tines in a rake, and two greyhounds played around the
wooden horse and the large grindstone in one corner of
the yard.

It was growing late. Every few minutes the men would
come out of the stable door and draw back, whistling or
humming a tune. A maid, carrying a full bucket of milk,
tripped with quick, firm steps across the yard, and the
farmers were straggling in, as though to hasten the supper-bell.
The rattling of plates and trenchers grew louder in the
kitchen, and presently some one pulled the bell violently,
letting out two groups of rusty notes, which soon died away
in the clatter of wooden shoes and the creaking of doors.
In a moment the yard was empty, except for the two dogs
barking loudly out through the gate.

Erik Grubbe drew in the window and sat down
thoughtfully. The room was known as the winter-parlor, though
it was in fact used all the year round for dining-room and
sitting-room, and was practically the only inhabited part
of the house. It was a large room with two windows and

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