Stories by Foreign Authors: Scandinavian — John Shaqi
Stories by Foreign Authors: Scandinavian
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Stories by Foreign Authors: Scandinavian
Short stories, Scandinavian -- Translations into English
"Puh-h-h!" thought Bagger, seating himself with intense relief, "I have
come out of it somewhat decently after all. The deuce take me before I
again express a sentimentality."
How Counsellor Bagger that night could have fallen asleep, between
memory, or longing and discontent, is difficult to tell, had he not on
his arrival home found a package of papers, an interesting theft case.
He sat down instantly to read, and day dawned ere they were finished.
His last thought, before his eyelids closed, was,--Two years in the
House of Correction.
III.
A month later, toward the close of September, two ladies, twenty or
twenty-two years of age, were walking in a garden about ten miles from
Copenhagen. Although the walks were quite wide, impediments in them
made it difficult for the ladies to go side by side. The autumn showed
itself uneven and jagged. The currant and gooseberry boughs, that
earlier hung in soft arches, now projected stiffly forth, catching in
the ladies' dresses; branches from plum and apple trees hung bare and
broken, and required attention above also. One of the ladies apparently
was at home there: this was evident partly from her dress, which,
although elegant, was domestic, and partly by her taking the lead and
paying honor, by drawing boughs and branches aside, holding them until
the other lady, who was more showily dressed, had slipped past. On
account of the hindrances of the walk there were none of those easy,
subdued, familiar conversations, which otherwise so naturally arise
when young ladies, acquaintances, or "friends," visit each other, and
from the house slip out alone into garden or wood. An attentive
observer meanwhile, by scrutinizing the physiognomy of both, would,
perhaps, have come to the conclusion, that even if these two had been
together on the most unobstructed road, no confidence would have arisen
between them, and would have suspected the hostess of trying to atone
for her lack of interest, by being polite and careful. She was not
strikingly handsome, but possessed of a fine nature, which manifested
itself in the whole figure, and perhaps, especially, in the uncommonly
well-formed nose; yet it was by peering into her eyes that one first
obtained the idea of a womanhood somewhat superior to the generality of
her sex. Their expression was not to be caught at once: they told of
both meditation and resolve, and hinted at irony or badinage, which
works so queerly when it comes from deep ground. The other lady was
"burgherly-genteel," a handsome, cultivated girl, had certainly also
some soul, but yet was far less busy with a world in her own heart than
with the world of fashion. It was about the world, the world of
Copenhagen, that Miss Brandt at this moment was giving Miss Hjelm an
account, interrupted by the boughs and branches, and although Miss
Hjelm was not, nun-like, indifferent either to fashions or incidents in
high life, the manner in which Miss Brandt unmistakably laid her soul
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