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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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and she had so suddenly come into the knowledge of its
power, that she had not learned to rest upon it and let
herself be borne along by it, serene and self-possessed. Rather,
she made efforts to please, grew coquettish and very fond
of dress, while her ears drank in every word of praise, her
eyes absorbed every admiring look, and her heart treasured
it all.

She was seventeen, and it was Sunday, the first Sunday
after peace had been declared. In the morning she had
attended the thanksgiving service, and in the afternoon
she was dressing for a walk with Mistress Rigitze.

The whole town was astir with excitement; for peace
had opened the city gates, which had been closed for
twenty-two long months. All were rushing to see where the
suburb had stood, where the enemy had been encamped,
and where “ours” had fought. They had to go down into
the trenches, climb the barricades, peep into the necks
of the mines, and pluck at the gabions. This was the spot
where such a one had been posted, and here so-and-so had
fallen, and over there another had rushed forward and been
surrounded. Everything was remarkable, from the wheel-tracks
of the cannon-carriages and the cinders of the
watch-fires to the bullet-pierced board-fences and the
sun-bleached skull of a horse. And so the narrating and
explaining, the supposing and debating, went on, up the
ramparts and down the barricades.

Gert Pyper was strutting about with his whole family.
He stamped the ground at least a hundred times and
generally thought he noticed a strangely hollow sound, while
his rotund spouse pulled him anxiously by the sleeve and
begged him not to be too foolhardy, but Master Gert only
stamped the harder. The grown-up son showed his little

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