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to have been, as strong as Nils Heia, for
in-stance, then she might have stoocl perf eetly
still, fixed her eyes on the stone, held her hands
to catch it, and tossed it away. Yes, wouldn’t
Nils Heia have done it that way? Wouldn’t
he be strong enough for that?
But very soon the horror of it came over
me; just thirik, if Peter had killed his own
mother! I remember clearly that I wouldn’t
have anything more either to eat or drink, and
Nils Trap teased me, and said I had grown
quite white around the nose with fright.
As we sat there looking at each other and
not able to get started on anything again,
sud-denly we heard a voice:
“ Peter.”
“ That’s Father,” said Peter, and crouched
away down so that he couldn’t possibly be seen
from below.
“ Hush—sh—keep still—bush! ” We lav in
a heap, frightened and silent.
“ Peter,” came again from below. “ Come
down this instant. I know you are up there.”
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