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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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At this point Jesper Kiim was interrupted.

The crowd had listened quietly except for a subdued
angry murmur from the outskirts, but suddenly Mette’s
voice pierced through: “Faugh,you hell-hound! Hold your
tongue, you black dog! Don’t listen to him! It’s Swede
money speaks out of his mouth!”

An instant of silence, then bedlam broke loose! Oaths,
curses, and foul names rained over him. He tried to speak,
but the cries grew louder, and those nearest to the steps
advanced threateningly. A white-haired little man right in
front, who had wept during the speech, made an angry
lunge at the preacher with his long, silver-knobbed cane.

“Down with him, down with him!” the cry sounded.
“Let him eat his words! Let him tell us what money he got
for betraying us! Down with him! Send him to us, we’ll
knock the maggots out of him!”

“Put him in the cellar!” cried others. “In the City
Hall cellar! Hand him down! hand him down!”

Two powerful fellows seized him. The wretch was
clutching the wooden porch railing with all his might,
but they kicked both railing and preacher down into the
street, where the mob fell upon him with kicks and blows
from clenched fists. The women were tearing his hair and
clothes, and little boys, clinging to their fathers’ hands,
jumped with delight.

“Bring Mette!” cried some one in the back of the
crowd. “Make way! Let Mette try him.”

Mette came forward. “Will you eat your devil’s
nonsense? Will you, Master Rogue?"”

“Never, never! We ought to obey God rather than
men, as it is written.”

“Ought we?” said Mette, drawing off her wooden shoe

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