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(1852) [MARC] Author: Emilie Flygare-Carlén Translator: Alex L. Krause
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The whole belonged, as a matter of course, to Master Brun
himself, who did not cut a poor figure, in his brown, every-day
jacket, his red cap, cocked on one ear, and looping very gay and
friendly. That he was a very knd and cheerful man one could
easily perceive in the tone with which he addressed Ivar, as he
fixed his little twinkling grey eyes upon him.

«What is your desire, my boy?"

«I came only fo enquire whether the gentleman will buy a
horse-hide?"

"Ahem! I am not just now in want of one; I am sufficiently
supplied with them. If delpends , merely, however, on how much
the price is."

"Alas! should I ask as much for my white pony’s hide as it
is dear fo me, it might come very high; but I will take
whatever I can get for it."

"As to that, you are perfectly right, because if makes no
difference to me whether it is the hide of a white or a black
horse."

"Yes, yes, that may be so, but I certainly shall bave something
for it, I loved the pony so dearly, and if father had hOt wanted
the money so bad, I would bave worked myself to death to
prevent the pony’s hide from being taken off."

"Well, that is noble of you that you are so careful of your
father’s interest. You say you are very poor?"

"Oh, yes, very poor," replied Ivar, with a half suppressed
sigth.

"Listen, Step closer to me, my son," said the tanner now, in a
still milder tone, which seemed fo indicate that a new light had
flashed through his beer-laden head, "step nearer–where bave
you corne from?"

"From the forest of Swarteborg."

"And your name?"

"Ivar Borgenstierna."

"Ah ! I know,–I know you now; first nobleman, afterward

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