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Wanderers

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 925    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ipes. He chose Grindhusen to help him with the work, and I was set to cuttin

he cellar. I called out to her to mind the h

after all, and slipped down into the hole where I was. And there we stood. It was not light there anyway; and for h

am I to ge

speak of; she was slight of figure, f

like you to help me with something upstairs one day, will you? I want to move some things. Only we must wait till a day when my husban

time, a week

are you g

sen's fixed it up for us to g

nce or twice while I was there; it could hardly have been otherwise, seeing it was the kitchen. And

he maid, "when it's all done, and

Providence, she said, to go sending water through a pipe right into the house. She

rest,"

e made to work, I t

ime you get married," said Fr

hile. And heavens, how I did try to behave, and talk smartly and sensibly, showing off like a boy. I remember it still. The

delicacy in that. And the next thing, of course, was to imagine her coming after me. I would get up from the stone where I was sitting, and give a greeting. Then she would be a little embarrassed, and say: "I was just going for a walk-it's such a lovely evening-what are you d

it was not me she had come for. I stole away up to the big ant-heap in the wood and watched the insects as long as I could see; afterwards, I sat listening to the falling cones and clusters of rowan berries. I hummed a tune, and whispe

dhusen might ask when

d say, though it might be

to bed. Fansmagt! Waking folk up wh

side, to fall asleep again in a momen

en he's getting on in years. And who was it set out

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