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Strindberg, August, 1849-1912

"Married"


who was a lecturer, and O. who was a curate, now. They had come to see
how their old pal was shaping as a husband."
"No, they didn't come from Upsala, they came from Stockholm."
The maid was called in and cross-examined. She thought the callers had
been shabbily dressed and had carried sticks.
"Sticks! I can't make out what sort of people they can have been.
Well, we'll know soon enough, as they said they would call again. But
to change the subject, I happened to see a basket of hothouse
strawberries at a really ridiculous price; it really is absurd! Just
imagine, hothouse strawberries at one and sixpence a basket! And at
this time of the year!"
"But, my darling, what is this extravagance to lead to?"
"It'll be all right. I have got an order for a translation this very day."
"But you are in debt, Lewis?"
"Trifles! Mere nothings! It'll be all right when I take up a big loan,
presently."
"A loan! But that'll be a new debt!"
"True! But there'll be easy terms! Don't let's talk business now! Aren't
these strawberries delicious? What? A glass of sherry with them would be
tip-top. Don't you think so? Lina, run round to the stores and fetch a
bottle of sherry, the best they have."
After his afternoon nap, his wife insisted on a serious conversation.


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