- Project Runeberg -  Marie Grubbe, a lady of the seventeenth century /
19

(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
Table of Contents / Innehåll | << Previous | Next >>
  Project Runeberg | Catalog | Recent Changes | Donate | Comments? |   

Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - II

scanned image

<< prev. page << föreg. sida <<     >> nästa sida >> next page >>


Below is the raw OCR text from the above scanned image. Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan. Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!

This page has been proofread at least once. (diff) (history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång. (skillnad) (historik)

jumped down from the table, caught her by the waist, and
forced her down on a small rush-bottomed chair.

“Look here, Miss,” she said, “shall I tell you
something?”

“Well?”

“You’ve forgot to write your letter,and the company
will be here at half-past one o’clock, so you’ve scarce four
hours. D’ you know what they’re going to have for
dinner? Clear soup, flounder or some such broad fish, chicken
pasty, Mansfeld tart, and sweet plum compote. Faith, it’s
fine, but not fat! Your sweetheart’s coming, Miss?”

“Nonsense!” said Marie crossly.

“Lord help me! It’s neither banns nor betrothal because
I say so! But, Miss, I can’t see why you don’t set more
store by your cousin. He is the pret-tiest, most
be-witch-ing man I ever saw. Such feet he has! And there’s royal
blood in him—you’ve only to look at his hands, so tiny
and shaped like a mould, and his nails no larger than silver
groats and so pink and round. Such a pair of legs he can
muster! When he walks it’s like steel springs,and his eyes
blow sparks—”

She threw her arms around Marie and kissed her neck
so passionately and covetously that the child blushed and
drew herself out of the embrace.

Lucie flung herself down on the bed, laughing wildly.

“How silly you are to-day,” cried Marie. “If you carry
on like this, I’ll go downstairs.”

“Merciful! Let me be merry once in a while! Faith,
there’s trouble enough, and I’ve more than I can do with.
With my sweetheart in the war, suffering ill and worse—it’s
enough to break one’s heart. What if they’ve shot him
dead or crippled! God pity me, poor maid, I ’d never get

<< prev. page << föreg. sida <<     >> nästa sida >> next page >>


Project Runeberg, Sun Dec 10 16:26:48 2023 (aronsson) (diff) (history) (download) << Previous Next >>
https://runeberg.org/mariegrubb/0043.html

Valid HTML 4.0! All our files are DRM-free