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
He spoke these last words with a suddenly rising emotion, it came over
him with such overwhelming force that he forgot about the opening of
the gymnasium. He had to leave the tribune without even a bow; he
disappeared through the door of the little ante-room, and from thence
ran across the courtyard into the house. The audience remained seated
as though he had not finished, the end came so suddenly upon them, was
so startling, and his agitation had such an electrical force about it,
that it touched them. They must have time to reflect. Some of ruder
nature down by the door rose meanwhile, the rest following their
example. And now a moment came for Fru Rendalen full of the greatest
surprise.
She did not see well, not far even with her spectacles, and besides
during the whole time she had looked at no one but her son. The muscles
of the right side of her neck ached from sitting with her head turned
in his direction; when the lecture was half over, therefore, she moved
her chair and sat completely turned towards him.
The subject itself was known to her clause by clause, but his energetic
delivery, his personal power, his boldness, were entirely new to her;
they did not cause her any apprehension, but rather the contrary; she
was naturally courageous, and she knew that if openness were necessary
on any subject, this was the one. She knew the actual state of things
and the indifference displayed. She wanted them to be made to listen
_for once in their lives_. And he did it so nobly, it seemed to her.
She followed and felt all his inward agitation; she knew that if he did
not keep a watch on himself he would be overcome.
When, therefore, the three or four words to the meeting suddenly fired
it, she was as much upset as he. Those closing words dimmed her
spectacles, she was obliged to dry them, and while doing so saw nothing
and thought of nothing outside herself. But she roused herself and
hastily prepared to rise when the others did so; she wished to be ready
to receive any who might desire to congratulate her, and perhaps send a
message to her son.
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