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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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he would produce his passport as proof of his right as a
journeyman to travel for half price, he had to give in. This
matter being settled, Marie turned to the other passenger,
a little slender man who stood, pale and shivering after
the seasickness he had just endured, wrapped in his mantle
of coarse, greenish-black stuff, and leaning against the side
of a boat that had been dragged up on the beach. He asked
in a peevish voice whether he could get lodgings in the
Burdock House, and Marie replied that he might look at their
spare room.

She showed him a little chamber which, besides bed and
chair, contained a barrel of brandy with funnel and
waste-cup, some large kegs of molasses and vinegar, and a table
with legs painted in pearl-color and a top of square tiles,
on which scenes from the Old and New Testament were
drawn in purplish black. The stranger at once noticed that
three of the tiles represented Jonah being thrown on land
from the mouth of the whale, and when he put his hand on
them, he shuddered, declaring he was sure to catch a cold,
if he should be so careless as to sit and read with his elbows
on the table.

When Marie questioned him, he explained that he had
left Copenhagen on account of the plague, and meant to
stay until it was over. He ate only three times a day, and
he could not stand salt meat or fresh bread. As for the rest,
he was a master of arts, at present fellow at Borch’s
Collegium, and his name was Holberg, Ludvig Holberg.

Master Holberg was a very quiet man of remarkably
youthful appearance. At first glance, he appeared to be
about eighteen or nineteen years old, but upon closer
examination, his mouth, his hands, and the inflection of his
voice showed that he must be a good deal older. He kept

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