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own preferment, and the benefit of myself and the
honorable office of executioner,” and as he made this
unnecessarily pompous speech, which seemed to give him immense
satisfaction, he pressed the bright earnest-penny into Jens’s
hand. Then he rose, took off his hat, bowed, and asked
whether he might not have the honor of offering the
honest men who had acted as witnesses a drink of half and
half.
The three men at the long table looked inquiringly at
one another, then nodded as with one accord.
The barefoot girl brought a clumsy earthenware cruse,
and three green glasses on which splotches of red and
yellow stars were still visible. She set the cruse down before
Jens and the glasses before Sören and the bear-baiters,
and fetched a large wooden mug from which she filled first
the glasses of the three honest men, then the earthenware
cruse, and finally Master Herman’s private goblet.
Rasmus drew his glass toward him and spat, the two
others followed suit, and they sat a while looking at one
another, as if none of them liked to begin drinking.
Meanwhile Marie Grubbe came up to Sören and whispered
something in his ear, to which he replied by shaking his head.
She tried to whisper again, but Sören would not listen. For
a moment she stood uncertain, then caught up the glass and
emptied the contents on the floor, saying that he mustn’t
drink the hangman’s liquor. Sören sprang up, seized her
arm in a hard grip, and pushed her out of the door, gruffly
ordering her to go upstairs. Then he called for a half pint
of brandy and resumed his place.
“I’d like to ha’ seen my Abelone—God rest her soul—try
a thing like that on me,” said Rasmus, drinking.
“Ay,” said Salmand, “she can thank the Lord she isn’t
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