The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 1 (of 2)Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 1 (of 2)
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
Tomasine asked him to sit down. She inquired if he had any other
intention, than to stay with her.
"No, he wished to stay, if Fru Kurt would allow him."
She could depend on him, then?
"Yes, that she could."
The first thing she had to ask him was not to call her Fru Kurt any
longer, but Fru Rendalen, and to get the others to do the same. Their
eyes met. Hers shone uncertainly behind her spectacles; his in wide
open astonishment. But when he saw that her glasses were gradually
dimmed by the tears, which could not find a free course, and that her
flat nose worked until the spectacles slipped down on to her cheek, he
hastened to say, "Very good. That shall be done."
She took off her glasses, wiped her eyes first, and them afterwards,
and began, after a pause, with the next question.
"Dear Berg," she said, and put on her glasses, "could you not, quite
quietly, so that no one would notice, have all these portraits
destroyed--indeed, all the pictures, for I cannot always distinguish
them? Have them all burnt, or disposed of in some way, so that they do
not remain here and as soon as you can manage it. Do you understand
me?"
"Yes, Frue, but ..."
"What do you mean?"
"It would be rather difficult if no one is to see."
She considered for a while.
"Even if it is noticed, it may be done all the same, Berg."
"Very good. Then of course it shall be done."
And done it was, with an infernal smell of burnt canvas and burnt
leather, and a general smell of burning. A soft breeze drove it one
afternoon all over the town, the smoke drifting almost to the works,
out by the river-banks. She then invited her father, with all his
family, to come up to her. That was done at once. She handed over all
the housekeeping to old Mariane, and let her have what help she wanted.
The rest of the family lived in the rooms behind her own.
Soon afterwards an advertisement appeared in the local paper:
FRU TOMASINE RENDALEN
_Will resume her Instructions in English, French, and German_.
_Information to be obtained at_ "_The Estate_."
She changed her name with all legal formalities. Besides her classes,
of which she had as many as she wished, she studied book-keeping, and
soon herself began to keep the accounts of the house, garden, and
dairy. At the same time she began to learn a little about the working
of the business, the accounts of which she kept. She wished to qualify
herself to undertake it. Perhaps she would never have to do so, but it
gave her present occupation. It left no time for brooding; that was the
main thing. She was so tired every evening, that she slept the moment
her head was on the pillow, and, like all thoroughly healthy people,
she was wide awake directly she opened her eyes, and was into her bath
the next instant.
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