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(1921) Author: Sigrid Undset
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Towards evening of a clear and calm afternoon in
May there was a haze over the black sites of the
city; the naked walls looked reddish yellow and the
factory chimneys a livery brown in the sunlight. Large and
small houses, high and low roofs, stood outlined against the
greyish-purple air, heavy with dust and smoke and vapours.
A little tree by a red wall showed tiny greenish-yellow leaves,
transparent in the sunlight.

The mould on the board walls of the workshops was bright
green and the soot flakes on the factory walls jet black in some
places and in others covered, as it were, with a thin, glistening
silvery film.

Jenny had been walking about all the morning in the outskirts
of the town, where the sky rose dark blue and hot over
the olive-golden fir-tops and the amber-coloured buds of the
leaf trees, but here in the city over the high houses and the
net of telephone wires it was growing pale behind a thin veil of
opal-white haze. This was really the prettier sight of the two,
though Gert could not see it. To him the city was always ugly,
grey, and dirty; it was the city they had cursed, all those young
men of the eighties who had been obliged to settle down there
to work. He was probably standing at his window this moment,
looking out in the sun, and to him the play of light in
line and colour was not worth noticing; it was merely a sunray
outside his prison window.

She stopped a few steps from his door, looking up and down
the street, as usual. There was nobody she knew, only business
people on their way home. It was past six o’clock.

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