The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 2 (of 2)Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 2 (of 2)
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
From the wood came a darker shower in pursuit of it, following the same
course; it soon reached the place where the glittering petals had
passed; its track was narrower, but its rush heavier and more rapid.
The girls rushed towards the great door, which was half open; they
wanted to follow the bright moving mass, the fugitives from the
fruit-trees. They forgot that they were in gymnasium dress--besides, at
the back of the house it did not matter; they screamed, they jumped.
Just then the door was pushed right open from outside; on the steps
stood a young man in white trousers and a naval uniform coat and cap.
He laughed and bowed, he bowed and laughed. It was Niels Fürst.
Behind him, down in the courtyard stood Kaja Gröndal, who wore a light
hat and carried a violet parasol. She looked remarkably smart. She
laughed too.
"Is not Elisa here?" asked Fürst. No one in either of the senior
classes was called Elisa, no one knew any Elisa in the whole school.
"No, not Elisa," he said; "Olava!" There was no Olava in either of the
classes. "Olava?" No one knew any Olava in the whole school. He was
sure that they all took it for a joke. He looked at them in their
gymnasium dress, turning from one to another. He had both hands full of
flowers, he had to put the ones he held in his right hand against his
breast and press them with his left arm when he wanted to raise his
cap. Fru Gröndal was carrying flowers as well; they had evidently just
bought them, and having heard that the senior classes were at the
gymnasium at that moment, he had wished to see them. "Pardon," he said;
"perhaps she was called Petrea, or it may be that she was not here at
all." He raised his cap, his light curls seemed to laugh with him, and
the girls all laughed till the walls of the gymnasium re-echoed. He
sprang down. Fru Gröndal turned and went with him; as they passed round
the corner he nodded back at them.
The laughter of the girls sounded round and round the lofty building.
They were most of them in a state of excitement, they kept running to
each other, asking questions without waiting for an answer; if three of
them were standing in a group, others joined them; if some were
laughing more than the others, they all rushed in that direction. Two
began to dispute, and the dispute increased; one or two more joined in,
then several others, all of them at last: the dispute was about the
disturber of the dovecote who had been at the door.
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