Category: Novels

One of Life's Slaves

What fairy stood by the cradle of Barbara's Nikolai it would be difficult to say. Out at the tinsmith's, in the little house with the cracked and broken window-panes in the outskirts of the town, there was often a run of visitors, generally late at night, when wanderers on the...

Chapters

2. Chapter 2

It is in some ways a blessing that those who have suffered hardship and been neglected in their babyhood, do not remember anything about it--and yet perhaps something clings to...

8. Chapter 8

Some time after Nikolai had got his credentials, he was pleasantly surprised by a visitor--he could hardly believe his own eyes--none other than his mother, who was watching for...

12. Chapter 12

It was at the time of the fair in the beginning of February. The streets swarmed with people and the snow in the thaw had turned to powdered sugar with the traffic.

4. Chapter 4

Holman made his usual turn into Selvig's public-house every evening to brace himself for his return home. When the ale-bottle had been emptied, and a proper number of drams cons...

9. Chapter 9

If Silla had not come like a wedge between the bark and the wood, how comfortably and free from care Barbara could have lived now. She had no one but Silla to thank that she was...

11. Chapter 11

Confined as she was, and made to work through the long evenings, while her mother watched her like an eagle, Silla's only chance of indemnifying herself was up at the factory.

5. Chapter 5

It never entered his head to present himself at any other smithy: they all knew each other too well for that. And even at barge-builder Hansen's, where he got a lodging up in th...

10. Chapter 10

Since Mrs. Holman had seen what Silla could busy herself with--she was quite struck with amazement at her own blindness--she had become far more strictly attentive, and also muc...

7. Chapter 7

Down in Hægberg's smithy it looked as if it were going to be not only blue Monday,[2] but blank Tuesday too. With the exception of one solitary figure, it was black and empty. O...

1. Chapter 1

What fairy stood by the cradle of Barbara's Nikolai it would be difficult to say. Out at the tinsmith's, in the little house with the cracked and broken window-panes in the outs...

6. Chapter 6

What becomes of all the swarm of orphan children down in the by-streets and outskirt alleys of the capital--children of whom no one has any account, and no one takes any account...

3. Chapter 3

That was a dangerous corner, where the wide street leading to the grammar school crossed the narrow one that led to the board school; and, on the days when the afternoon hours f...