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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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spare for the child, the very consciousness of her own
neglect made her doubly irritable. The whole relation
therefore wore to Marie an utterly unreasonable aspect, and was
fitted to give her the notion that she was an outcast whom
all hated and none loved.

As she stood at the window looking out over the city,
this sense of forlornness came over her again. She leaned
her head against the casement and lost herself in
contemplation of the slowly gliding clouds.

She understood what Lucie had said about the pain of
longing. It was like something burning inside of you, and
there was nothing to do but to let it burn and burn—how
well she knew it! What would come of it all?—One day
just like another—nothing, nothing,—nothing to look
forward to. Could it last? Yes, for a long time yet! Even when
she had passed sixteen?—But things did happen to other
people! At least she wouldn’t go on wearing a child’s cap
after she was sixteen; sister Anne Marie hadn’t—she had
been married. Marie remembered the noisy carousing at
the wedding long af*"er she had been sent to bed—and the
music. Well, at leatt she could be married. But to whom?
Perhaps to the brother of her sister’s husband. To be sure,
he was frightfully ugly, but if there was nothing else for
it—No, that certainly was nothing to look forward to.
Was there anything? Not that she could see.

She left the window, sat down by the table thoughtfully,
and began to write:

My loving greeting always in the name of Our Lord, dear
Anne Marie, good sister and friend! God keep you always
and be praised for His mercies. I have taken upon
myself to write pour vous congratuler inasmuch as you have

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