Peter puffed3 aloud. He cursed the low, mellow4, rich sunshine and the still air in which so many small winged creatures were hovering5 about! With his massive body he felt alone and helpless. He had often felt so of late. And then there was practically nothing else but the books, the soiled, faded Selambshof books up on the shelf by the fireplace, to busy himself with. But Peter did not look only at the books of the current year, he went back several years. Their soiled columns constituted his excursions into the past, his diaries and memoirs7. Here there were entries and totals at which he had always smiled contentedly8. In his memory they were associated with all those who had let themselves be cheated by him in one way or another and sometimes he had the feeling of being amongst good and faithful friends. Yes, there are many ways of fighting loneliness in this world.
Today Peter was more than unusually obstinate10 with his books. He had already penetrated11 so far back in the books that the handwriting was not his own scrawl13 nor that of Inglund’s but a soft elegant handwriting with almost sensuous14 curls and flourishes. It was Brundin’s 223beautiful handwriting, which still made Peter feel sick. He tried for the hundredth time to enjoy the stale sweetness of victory. But it did not bring him joy. He still had a queer feeling that Brundin had cheated him of something ... something that Peter the Boss would never enjoy.
Then a woman dressed in white came tripping gaily15 across the lawn, a plump little lady dressed in white with a big white bundle under her arm. She disappeared round the corner of the kitchen. Peter put out his head through the window and called out:
“Hallo! There’s nobody at home there! Come in here instead!”
Peter looked very surprised when the woman with the bundle came to the door of the office:
“Upon my word, it’s ... isn’t it Frida?”
She answered with fluent tongue:
“Yes sir, it’s Frida right enough. I have the new laundry at Maj?ngen now—Frida ?berg, Laundress—No. 5, Solbacken. Here is the bill. Excuse my bringing the laundry at this hour, but I had promised it on Saturday. There is no change here at Selambshof, I see.”
Peter stood with the bill in his hand, staring at the laundress, who had begun to pick collars, cuffs16 and starched17 shirts out of her bundle. How strange that it was Frida he was staring at, Frida of Brundin’s bedroom. That white and soft creature he had one night caught a glimpse of from behind the blind in the bailiff’s wing. This then was the Frida of his timid, oppressive, light-shy boyish dreams. There she stood, well preserved, smiling, insinuatingly18 plump, equipped with such charms that not even the simplest country yokel19 could help noticing them. Suddenly she was enveloped20 by a warmth as from hot irons, thought Peter. And far away at Kolsn?s they heard the accordion again tuning21 up a dance. Then he felt a sudden furious desire for movement, to make a noise and jump about with 224somebody in his arms. And he seized one of the shirts and waved it about:
“I hope you have washed the wedding shirt well?” he cried out almost menacingly.
“Why, are you going to get married, too?”
“Yes, this very moment, if necessary. Don’t you hear the wedding music? Shan’t we take a turn, we two?”
With the shirt spread out before him he jumped about in a sort of grotesque22 dance, threw his great arms round Frida and began to jump about whilst the wedding shirt still flapped about them. The worn floor-boards groaned23 under Peter’s weight, the dust rose high and the flies buzzed away frightened from the paper ball below the lamp in the ceiling.
Frida defended herself laughingly when Peter wanted to kiss her:
“No, I must go now, sir.”
“Won’t you have a look round old Selambshof for a moment? There isn’t a soul at home. I reign26 alone here now. Come along.”
He pulled her with him up to the main building and, eager and flushed, piloted her through the dusty closed rooms where the old gloomy and worn-out furniture slept and dreamed evil dreams in the heat and twilight27.
“It is so cursedly quiet here tonight,” exclaimed Peter. “Can’t you laugh a little again so that I may hear what it sounds like?”
Frida laughed, but the echo came back hollow and scoffing28 from the depths of the corridors. Then they entered the green smoking room off the hall, which resembled a thousand other smoking rooms in so far as it contained an equipment of guns, deers’ horns, elks’ heads and stuffed birds. Peter seized the opportunity to impress upon her what a wonderful Nimrod he was and what an expert on 225the secrets of animal life, especially of animal sex attraction. He imitated the call of the capercailzie, he described the feathers of the mating ruff and its collar of feathers and finally he imitated the night call of the ruttish elk29 and its stamping so that it echoed through the whole of the empty house. Meanwhile he drew nearer and nearer to the door of the next room where he slept in the summer because it was so much cooler there than in his own wing. But when Frida saw that they were approaching the bedroom she wisely stopped on the threshold and not even the wildest and most seductive bird-calls could make her penetrate12 further. No, now she suddenly remembered that she ought to have met a friend long ago. She thanked him for all the kindness he had shown her and insisted on going. Then Peter became furious and reproached her coarsely for her behaviour with the bailiff:
“If that blackguard was good enough, I ought to be too—don’t you think so?”
A hard look came into Frida’s eyes and she hissed30 out as if testing a hot iron with her wet finger:
“I should like to tell you, sir, that I am on my own now and don’t need to listen to anybody.”
“Don’t be so high and mighty31. It was I who managed things so that you escaped examination when Brundin was caught, because I was sorry for you.”
Peter had no proofs at all that she too was involved in Brundin’s frauds, but he always seized an opportunity of boasting of his kindness and of threatening a little. Frida was not at all frightened. No, but she was too worldly-wise to issue a challenge to money and power.
“No, I had nothing to do with that scoundrel, sir. And besides a poor girl can’t understand all that men do....”
By now Frida had already backed out on to the stairs 226and as soon as she felt safe she at once adopted her most seductive manner again:
“I hope I may iron many wedding shirts for you, sir,” she said, and curtsied and smiled and tripped gaily away, white, plump and coquettishly swaying whatever was capable of being swayed.
Peter stood on the stairs mumbling33 curses after her. Then he climbed breathlessly up into the observatory34 and watched with his glass to his eyes where she would emerge from the avenue into the road. He followed the white little figure in the twilight till it disappeared in a strange black house up on the ridge35 of the hill over Maj?ngen.
A woman had entered the life of Peter the Boss. He was in love, positively36 in love with Frida ?berg, owner of the Maj?ngen Laundry, No. 5, Solbacken.
Peter had never been able to associate with decent women. He was frightened of the “guinea hens,” as he called them. He grew nervous and hot from the unaccustomed effort of not saying anything coarse or mingling37 curses with his speech. He even felt a sort of fear of his sister Laura. Once many years ago she had dragged him into a set of Lancers and that was one of his most awful memories. Even today he felt a shiver down his back whenever he saw a dress suit. Thus it is clear that Peter’s erotic experiences were of the simplest. They were all lost in the fog that lies between the revels39 of the evening and the sore head and sordid40 regrets of the morning.
But now he was in love, but it was a delight mingled41 with not a little worry and anxiety. From the very start he felt love as a threat to his purse. He had anxious little suspicions that he was now more susceptible42 to cheating than before. For the first time he had to be on his guard not only against others but also against himself. “Ugh, this will be an expensive business,” he thought, when the longing43 to see Frida again came on him. She is no fool, that little witch! She won’t do anything for nothing. He 227positively endowed her with a calculating cunning and a mysterious seductive self-interest. But the more difficult and dangerous he made her, the more he must love her. Peter the Boss suspected a soul akin44 to his own.
He made up his mind not to appear too eager. No, I’ll wait till she brings the laundry again, he thought. But time passed, until he could not wait and began to hover6 about Maj?ngen.
It was not exactly a pleasure to walk about there. There were no decent roads, but only heaps of stones and clay holes, for the company had long ago sold all the sites and had thus no interest in fulfilling its vague promise as to the construction of roads. Besides, the inhabitants of Maj?ngen were unpleasant people. All the earliest purchasers, honest workingmen and small tradespeople, who had bought the ground and built upon it at too high a price, had been forced to leave their marsh-dwellings. In their place a floating population had found its way out to Maj?ngen. The worst scum of the town population was to be found there. And Selambshof and Peter the Boss were not exactly loved by them. They rightly considered that it was his filth45 they had to wade46 in up to their knees and that it was on his heaps of stones they almost broke their legs.
So that when in his rosiest47 and most gentle dreams Peter wandered about there, he was perturbed48 by expressive49 glances, tightly clenched50 fists in trouser pockets and long, rude oaths at the house corners. And in the windows there teemed51 pale and dirty children who took their fingers out of their mouths in order to point at him as the bad man from Selambshof.
All that would not have mattered so much if Peter could only have caught a little glimpse of his beloved. But he never saw her outside in the clay, no plump smiling face showed itself above the window curtains of the laundry up in the “asphalt” house. Thus he had christened the big two-storied ramshackle house half way up Solberget, 228because it was covered with asphalted cardboard outside the boards, and none of the successive owners had been able to afford to repair the outer boards, so that it remained there as black and dismal52 as it had been three years ago. And it was confoundedly difficult to get to it, for there were only steep narrow wooden steps leading past the entrance and Peter could not climb up and down them all day long in order to steal a glance through the window panes53.
“Life is hard,” thought Peter, “you never meet those you want to meet.”
In the end he went home and wrote a letter. There are many ways of interpreting one’s feelings. Peter’s was not very personal because his eloquence54 was based on a lover’s advertisement in a newspaper and of course any mention of marriage was carefully avoided. And somehow the handwriting was not quite his. And he did not sign it Peter Selamb, but “Frida’s own Elk.” That is what he did.
“Never put your name unnecessarily to any document...”
The answer came by return post and was both pleasing and disquieting56. Frida wrote that she was doing well and did not need to bow down to anybody, but that she might find use for a new Laundry stove of the Orion make and a blue silk coat with white revers. And then she allowed herself to hint at the possibility of further sympathy.
Peter fully55 realized the risk of payment in advance, but he also understood that without some magnanimity he would make no progress at all. So with a swimming head he sent a round sum for the two objects aforesaid. At the same time he wrote that he had found a little refuge well protected from the eyes of the world where they might meet and sympathize. The refuge was Stellan’s flat. Stellan had been ordered North again, much to his annoyance57, and Peter had charge of the keys. He now hurried to the elegant little two-roomed flat in Karlav?gen, removed the 229name plate, aired the rooms, put away all Stellan’s belongings58 into the wardrobes and sat down to wait.
Frida arrived dressed in the new blue silk coat and with the whole warmth of the new Laundry heater of “Orion” make around her.
“I always keep my promises,” she whispered, “I’m made that way.... But goodness me! how smart this is. Are you living here too, Sir?”
“I have taken all this for your sake, Frida,” said Peter pressing her to him. “It has cost me a good deal.”
And then at last Peter got his reward....
He lived in supreme59 well-being60 in a world of peace. Late on Sunday morning, long after Frida had stolen home, he lay quite still and watched the sunlight creep across the beautiful Persian carpet. It was a strange feeling of relief, it was as if it was only now that he had at last given the coup61 de grace to the nightmare of his youth, the stubborn Brundin.
If Peter imagined that Frida now belonged to him, without any further expense, he was mistaken. A few more such moments and she considered herself free again. And so she let him understand in a delicate way that new favours had to be bought with new offerings. Peter suffered, but he suffered more in his greed than in his affection. He was so accustomed to think that everything depended on money that he could scarcely imagine a man being loved for his own sake. He puffed and whined—but paid. He did not even try to press down her demands by simulated indifference62. Such is love.
So things went on for a few months. Then one fine day Peter received a letter in which Frida herself proposed a meeting without mentioning any fresh gifts. He was just about to welcome her, feeling heartily63 content, when he was checked by an inward shock. He suddenly remembered some land he had once bought when the seller in apparent 230absentmindedness had registered the transfer in his own name instead of the purchaser’s.
It was the only time he had ever been completely taken in.
Peter read through Frida’s letter again. It was too eager. It was not quite the same old Frida. He felt a slight presentiment64 of something unpleasant. A voice whispered in his ear to be on his guard. He knew what it all meant. He sat long and worried in front of the clean sheet of note paper. In the end he wrote something about important business which prevented him from meeting her just then. After this extraordinary exercise of self-control Peter felt very sorry for himself, so much so that the tears came into his eyes. He wandered about puffing65 and sighing among the fields of Selambshof, a victim of desire, suspicion, hope and fear. Into the bargain Stellan wired that he was coming home immediately from the North, so that Peter was obliged with a bleeding heart to screw the name-plate on to the door again and set out all the photographs of horses and ladies. Thus the discreet66 little free retreat for his amours disappeared from view. Then another letter from Frida arrived in which she begged and prayed to be allowed to see her own Elk very soon. Peter was really touched. It was sweet to hear her beg like this. All there was of hunger and love in his great body stirred within him. But he felt at the same time that the thing was growing more and more dangerous. “I must be strong,” he thought, “very strong.” And he did not answer the letter, not a line....
Peter was not left long in doubt. It was as he had suspected, Frida was expecting a child. She absolutely must see him, she wrote. She was so ill and so run down. If he did not arrange things for her at once she would drown herself....
Peter sat long staring at the letter and it did not affect him in the way he would have thought. Instead it rather comforted him in a strange way. It cooled his desire to 231think of her growing more and more unshapely and ugly every day.
“Oh no,” he muttered, “you won’t drown yourself. I have paid for what I have had. We are square. It is high time for me to return to my senses.”
Peter burnt all Frida’s letters and did not answer a word. He had decided68 to regard the affair with Frida as a dream. And he knew he could do it. There was not a trace of proof. So wonderful was the instinctive69 cunning of this man that he had not sent a single line signed with his name, written in his own handwriting, or even posted at Selambshof. And scarcely once had he been seen in Frida’s company. She on her side had from the first had every reason to keep the matter secret, because a liaison70 with the hated Peter the Boss would at once have driven away all her customers in Maj?ngen.
But Peter was not to escape as unscathed as he had imagined. Frida was not at all the sort of person to allow herself to be hanged in silence. For a time she continued to bombard him with letters, full of entreaties71 and reproaches. Then she began to hang around Selambshof, big, swollen72, with a sinister73 spotted74 face and awful to see. Peter kept a sharp lookout75 and succeeded for a long time in avoiding her. But one winter evening she suddenly confronted him in the avenue. Peter did not even greet her, but walked on as if he had not noticed her. Then she seized him by the sleeve and poured over him a wild flood of curses and threats. There were no witnesses. Peter let the flood pass over him with great calm—yes, positively with a kind of enjoyment76. Only now when he heard her voice and saw her body did he feel the child as something real. And in his innermost heart he no longer doubted that it was his. No, it was almost a pleasure to think how something of himself was irresistibly77 developing within 232her. He enjoyed that sensation with the last cruel glowing spark of his love. But his voice was low and ice-cold when at last he answered her. And he spoke78 slowly as if he wanted to impress something for all eternity79 upon her consciousness.
“Not a farthing,” he said. “Take from what you and Brundin stole. From us you have had enough.”
With that he shook her off and went away.
Frida ceased to hover around Selambshof. She adopted new tactics. She stayed at home in Maj?ngen and talked. There was no longer any truce80 of silence. To everybody who came she opened her heart concerning the scoundrel at Selambshof, who would not do the proper thing. As the unhappy victim of Peter Selamb she won much sympathy and many new customers in Maj?ngen. Her laundry was besieged81 by the women and became a sort of focus for the hatred82 of Peter the Boss. The whole community waited excitedly for the Spring Sessions.
But a good deal was to happen before then, and Peter would have several reasons for reflecting on Maj?ngen this winter.
There was the old business of the water supply. It had been decided after several stormy meetings that water was to be laid on in the houses at Maj?ngen. It was necessary, because the wells were insufficient83 and tainted84. Part of the necessary money had already been collected and then Peter’s permission to lay down the pipes was sought. It was considered to be only a matter of form. The streets were of course his, but even if he did not fulfil his promise of making roads it never occurred to anybody that he would deny the people he had humbugged facilities for the pipes. But that was exactly what Peter did.
“The ground is mine, and if you want to put down pipes you will have to pay for them,” he said.
This answer was unworthy of Peter the Boss. It could 233be no pleasure to have a hotbed of epidemics86 just outside your door. He acted in direct opposition87 to his own interests. But it is a fact that one hardening of the heart brings in its train others. He was furious with everything that was brewing88 against him in that dark charnel house. And he hated to think of the coming Spring Sessions. And that is why he said “No,” an obstinate, sullen89, impossible “no,” which, as we have said, was quite unworthy of the cleverness of Peter the Boss.
This was too much. The newspapers then got hold of him. The reporters were about to catch the mood of the winter twilight. They described the horrors of the outskirts90 of the town, the struggle between town and country, tearing each other to pieces in an indescribable chaos91, the bottomless roads, the ragged38 hillside, the torn pines, the maimed, squinting92, hunchbacked, cold-sweating, ramshackle houses. And in the midst of it all came the Salvation93 Army to their red barn with “Blood and Fire” over the cross on the door. “Starvation and Frost” were everywhere and thus the symphony was complete. Here hope, misfortune, idleness, thrift94, crime and the new life thronged95 together. Here the scum that the town had cast out huddled96 together with the indomitable spirits that boldly sought a new life on new ground. And just now when all the good influences were co-operating, after a pathetic struggle, in an united effort to make something worthy85 of human beings out of their grey stone hill everything was brought to nought97 by the mere98 word of Peter Selamb. Who was this gentleman after all? Well, he was the manager of Selambshof. He sat there in his sinister highwayman’s lair99 and took toll100 from the citizens of the town and grabbed all the land that the town required. We are suffocating101, we want air, we want to get out! Very well, please pay up. Everybody must pay toll to Peter Selamb of Selambshof.
People did not choose their words. The newspapers outdid each other in indignation. They were of course 234right. But it is not always well to be too much in the right—not even for a newspaper—
The hammer blows rained down with a frequency sufficient to fell an ox. But Peter merely blinked his eyes. He did not understand how anybody could be afraid of the press. He had no real respect for any other kind of letterpress than that which is to be found on bank-notes and in the paragraphs of the penal102 code.
“Do these damned journalists want to teach me how to build suburbs?” he muttered with an almost compassionate103 shrug104 of the shoulders. And he did not budge105 an inch on this matter: “The ground is mine. If they want to put down pipes, they will have to pay.”
As for Frida, things took their course. It is seldom that the birth of a child has been awaited with such general interest. The women in Maj?ngen talked of nothing else when they met at the wells, laboriously107 to pump up the grey and ill-flavoured clay water. Round this child the hopes of the whole community for vengeance108 on Peter the Boss were centred.
At the end of March, Frida ?berg gave birth to a son, who was named Bernhard.
And then Peter received a summons to appear before the Court and he arrived in a grey suit in his dog-cart with old “Interest.” And when he came he appeared neither haughty109 nor humbled110.
The Court lay by the high road some distance away from the suburb. But all Maj?ngen was of course there. The crowd stretched out as far as the yard. Peter stepped forward with half-closed eyes and a good-tempered grin on his face. Nobody could say he looked frightened. He slapped some of the men on the back:
“Make room, boys, nothing is going to happen without me, anyhow.”
235A Swedish crowd is harmless when it is sober. People stared and made way. But a coarse voice was heard:
“He ought to be hanged....”
Peter had now reached the hall. On the other side of the long table with the judge and the jurymen sat Frida. She had a bundle in her arms. She stared Peter straight in the eyes and lifted up the child so that he should really see it. Then a murmur112 passed through the hall and the jurymen put their close-cropped heads together. Peter turned away his eyes at once, shrugged113 his shoulders, and bowed to the judge as if to say: “As between gentlemen, cut the whole thing short.”
Through his friends he had conveyed to the judge the truth about Frida ?berg: An easy-going wench, maid at Selambshof, an affair with the fraudulent bailiff, dismissed with him, vengeance, blackmail114, etc.
The baby began to cry. Did Frida pinch it for effect or not? The judge, who looked as if he were at a meeting of shareholders115, glanced up from his papers with a wry116 face:
“Is it necessary to bring the child here?”
Frida jumped up, grateful for this opportunity to make a demonstration117. “What am I to do when I am poor and alone, sir? I have nobody to look after the poor boy.”
The judge remarked in a dry voice that he had been informed she had a laundry and that her sister was working with her.
At last the summons was read and the judge began his questions. When Frida once began to speak, she could not stop, but flung herself with such a primitive118 force and such a na?ve matter-of-factness into the dismal love story that the judge at once thought it wise to order the hall to be cleared.
Peter grinned with malicious119 pleasure as the angrily muttering inhabitants of Maj?ngen shuffled120 out.
Then a witness was called. Peter suddenly recognized with a certain discomfort122 the porter at Stellan’s house. Well, it appeared that he had never seen them together, but only believed he had noticed that they both stayed on the second floor. Peter was calm again. He had won worse cases. Then the judge showed him a love letter signed “Bull Elk,” on the reverse side of which there appeared a part of the Selambshof receipt stamp. Peter boldly denied everything except the stamp. But he began to feel rather glum123.
The parties were dismissed during the deliberations of the Court. Frida sat in the midst of a crowd of women and suckled the baby. But Peter went out and patted old “Interest.” He stood there stroking and stroking and found it difficult to look up. He felt hate all round him like something prickly. He no longer felt safe. He would probably have to resort to ... the last ...
After a long delay all were admitted into the Court again. It was black with people but absolutely silent. The oath was taken.
All eyes were fastened on Peter the Boss. He seemed to shrink and grow smaller as he stood there. Now he looked like an old bent124 and grey peasant. Would he do what peasants had been accustomed to do so often before in similar cases?
Peter stepped slowly up to the table. He felt just as if he were walking in a vacuum. He seemed to be paralysed in the arm when he wanted to place his hand on the Bible, the greasy125 old court Bible, which had seen so many things. He could not help glancing at Frida. She also had risen and taken a step towards the table. She looked at him with an expression in which hatred and anxiety mingled with a strange cold curiosity. The child also stared at him with vacant black eyes. And a little 237hand moved with awkward, blind jerks. Peter suddenly thought of a newborn, trembling young fox which he had once pulled out of its lair and killed with the butt126 end of his gun. He felt queer, sick. He was afraid ... afraid.... For a moment he let his hand fall....
“Well, what’s the matter? Can’t you take the oath?”
“Clodhopper! In love with an old servant girl, what? Ridiculous!”
He placed his hand on the Bible again. The judge recited the oath with the expression of one who had been offered at dinner hare that was too high. Peter repeated it after him. He wanted to speak quickly, but he could only get the words out slowly. His voice was thick and indescribably humble and there was in him something of the fat rat and the lascivious129 dog.
Frida had been quiet, surprisingly quiet during all this. Then her voice was suddenly heard. There was no cry, no sob111, no longer any affectation:
“He swore false all the same.” And it sounded like a weary statement of fact.
With that the case was finished and the defendant130 was acquitted131 of responsibility for the child. The judge muttered something to the Clerk of the Court and the jurymen next to him. Nobody in the hall moved. Peter was the first to go out, straight past all the amazed, loathing132 and disgusted faces that stared closely at him. He staggered out into the cool, dazzling April sunshine. He stood there fumbling133 with the reins134 and patting old “Interest’s” back and muttered inanely135:
“How have things been with you, old girl? How have things been with you? They have been playing hell with your old master, really hell.”
Peter got up in his dog-cart and drove with slack reins 238down towards the point where the road to Selambshof turned off. Then he suddenly heard behind him a prolonged shrill136, strident whistling, a sound that seemed to be pure venom137.
It was a greeting from Maj?ngen. It was the signal of a long and bitter guerilla war.
Peter had won his case—but he felt all the same confoundedly dismal. He could eat nothing for dinner, though he took a couple of appetisers. And things did not improve when Stellan rang up. Fancy he had heard of it already. He was absolutely furious:
“Scandalous,” he cried, “grotesque—that sort of thing should be settled on the quiet. You are a damned clodhopper, you make us all impossible.”
Peter put down the receiver, hurt, sad, almost ready to cry. “Abuse,” he thought, “nothing but abuse. And all the same it was really for Stellan’s sake that I ... swore....”
With the coming of dark, Peter began to be frightened. He could not forget all those eyes staring at him in the hall. And every one of them knew that he had forsworn himself. Perjury138! What did that matter now, when nothing could be proved. He had put his hand on the book and repeated what that damned judge—who as a matter of fact was a rake in financial difficulties himself—had said. But he, Peter, had not asked to lay his hand on the book. It was the Court that had forced him into entirely139 unnecessary folly140. Anyhow he had certainly won his case. Why the devil then should he have to lay his hand on the book? The book, the book ... Peter suddenly felt cold inside. The old terror of his childhood rose out of the depths of the past and seized him. He had of course never felt anything so noble as an honest doubt. He had never felt any sort of contact with the powers for which the Bible stood. A little piece of Kristin’s and Hedvig’s hard old 239God, the centre of Selambshof’s gloomy crippled terror, still survived deep down in his soul beneath the rich flora141 of lies and dishonesty. “So help me God in body and soul,” yes, that was what he had sworn. Supposing God should punish him now! Supposing he were to take away from him all that he possessed142! Supposing he had to sit naked, starved, and alone in the dark forest just as he had dreamt as a child!
Peter was afraid of the God in the book, afraid as a negro of his fetish....
Oh, if only he had had Hedvig to talk to. She knew all about that sort of thing. She was the medicine man who knew the appropriate spell...!
The clock had already struck twelve when Peter set out to look for a Bible in the great dark owl’s nest called Selambshof. From one room to another he walked searching in every corner, but without finding what he looked for. At last he crept stealthily into the housekeeper’s room like a thief and stole her Bible from her night table. Then he sat down to turn over the pages, greedily fastening on everything that spoke of wrath143 and threats and punishment. With swimming head and smarting eyes he made himself drunk with fear. At dawn he staggered trembling and shivering into the office and took a thousand-crown note out of the safe. And he spread it out so that he might really see how large it was. Then he put it in the housekeeper’s Bible—at one of the worst passages....
As soon as it was dark the following evening he stole towards Maj?ngen with the note in his pocket. It would have been simpler of course to send the money by post. But that was not good enough. The post is such a silent and mysterious institution. He was afraid that his sacrifice would go unnoticed by the Lord. And if he could “bull” shares by his self-abnegation that would be all to 240the good. So he would deliver the money himself—though of course without witnesses. Otherwise it might be dangerous.
Peter crept forward in the rain with the brim of his hat turned down and his collar turned up. It was really bold of him to go to Maj?ngen now, but he was not the first whom fear has made bold. He slipped, stumbled, and stepped into holes in the darkness on the bottomless roads. Several times he thought he heard steps and whispering voices behind him. But these sounds were at once drowned in the soughing of the poor meagre pine branches which were struggling against the storm somewhere up in the darkness above his head. Now he would reach the asphalt house in a moment. Black as misfortune it hung there over the damp edge of the cliff. The laundry was closed, but there was a light in the window. Peter was just going to sneak145 up the long wooden staircase to reconnoitre when suddenly there came something whizzing through the darkness. It was a rain of big stones. Peter drew back a step but was hit by the next shower in the back just below the neck and also on the head. He fell forward without a sound, and lay there in his own clay like a sack of sand.
These were the first shots in the war between Selambshof and Maj?ngen. Fatal hits. Peter was after all on the way to his woman and child. There was perhaps after all just a chance of Peter turning human being.... But then the stones intervened...!
Peter was unconscious and half suffocated146 by the clay. The thousand-crown note still lay in his pocket and it never reached its destination. He woke up in his bed at Selambshof. And his first thought in the midst of all his pains was: “That’s what you get for trying to do good...!”
Peter had to stop in bed quite a long time. He had injured his spine147. He got up again even more bent, more pale and more flabby in the face than before.
241He was now a man without pity. If Peter the Boss had had before his sentimental148 moments, they were now a thing of the past. And he had, as it were, grown too coarse for all fear. And he procured149 for himself a watch-dog—a great, shaggy, wolf-like monster—chiefly for the pleasure of seeing people anxiously sneaking150 past Selambshof. And then the harsh barking of the dog was a kind of company at nights. For Peter had begun to find difficulty in sleeping.
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puffed
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cuffs
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starched
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yokel
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enveloped
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tuning
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groaned
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perspiring
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mighty
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filth
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wade
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rosiest
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expressive
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teemed
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dismal
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panes
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eloquence
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fully
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disquieting
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annoyance
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belongings
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supreme
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well-being
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coup
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indifference
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presentiment
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puffing
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decided
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hatred
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brewing
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budge
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vengeance
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