Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - X
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
old, and under his cloak he wore a queer dress, the like of
which she had never seen. It was the new fashion of long
waistcoat and fur-bordered coat, which quite changed his
figure and made him still more unlike his old self.
“Marie!” he cried, “dear girl!” and he drew her to him,
wrenching her wrist till she moaned with pain. He heard
nothing. He was flustered with drink; for the night was not
warm, and they had baited well in the last tavern. Marie’s
struggles were of no avail, he kissed and fondled her wildly,
immoderately. At last she tore herself away and ran into
the next room, her cheeks flushed, her bosom heaving, but
thinking that perhaps this was rather a queer welcome, she
came back to him.
Ulrik Frederik was standing in the same spot, quite
bewildered between his efforts to make his fuddled brain
comprehend what was happening and his struggles to unhook
the clasps of his cloak. His thoughts and his hands were
equally helpless. When Marie went to him and unfastened
his cloak, it occurred to him that perhaps it was all a joke,
and he burstintoa loud laugh, slapped his thigh, writhed and
staggered, threatened Marie archly, and laughed with
maudlin good nature. He was plainly trying to express something
funny that had caught his fancy, started but could not find
the words, and at last sank down on a chair, groaning and
gasping, while a broad, fatuous smile spread over his face.
Gradually the smile gave place to a sottish gravity. He
rose and stalked up and down in silent, displeased majesty,
planted himself by the grate in front of Marie, one arm
akimbo, the other resting on the mantel, and—still in his
cups—looked down at her condescendingly. He made a
long, potvaliant speech about his own greatness and the
honor that had been shown him abroad, about the good
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
