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(1921) Author: Sigrid Undset
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“My darling boy, you must not say so. Don’t let it upset
you like that.” She took him in her arms. “Helge, dearest,
listen to me — what has it to do with us ? — it cannot make any
difference in us” — and she kissed and petted him till he
stopped crying and shivering.

V



Jenny and Helge were sitting on the sofa in his room,
silent, with arms encircled. It was a Sunday in June;
Jenny had been for a walk with Helge in the morning and
had dined at the Grams’. After dinner they all sat in the
drawing-room, struggling through the tedious afternoon, until
Helge got Jenny into his own room on the pretext of reading her
something he had written.

“Ugh!” said Jenny at last.

Helge did not ask why she said it. He only laid his head in
her lap and let her stroke his hair; neither spoke.

Helge sighed: “It was nicer at your place in the Via
Vantaggio, was it not?”

The sound of plates and of fat spluttering in a pan came
from the kitchen. Mrs. Gram was getting supper. Jenny
opened the window wide to let out the smell that had penetrated
into the room. She stood a moment looking out on the yard.
All the windows were kitchen or bedroom windows with blinds
half drawn, except one large one in each corner. Ugh! How
well she knew those dining-rooms with a single corner window
looking on to the yard, dark and dismal, with never a glimpse
of sun. Soot came in when one aired the rooms, and the smell
of food was permanent. The playing of a guitar came from
a servant’s room, and a high soprano voice was singing a
doleful Salvation Army hymn.

The guitar reminded her of Via Vantaggio, and Cesca, and
Gunnar, who used to sit on her sofa with his legs on a stool,

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