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have I provided myself with a dwelling and an 

 estate — partly for sake of the sport, and partly 

 to have another string to my bow — some refuge 

 even in republican Norway from the possible legis- 

 lation of constitutional England, where inability to 

 pay the heavy bill for " unearned increment," which 

 has in my case been running for some 900 years, 

 may cause my family estates to be handed over to 

 somebody else. It is too late to-night — we will 

 fish to-morrow — we are tired. The wooden walls 

 and floors of the house still heave and sway with 

 recollections of the German Ocean. We will sleep 

 the sleep of Tories and the just. 



'• Klokken Fem i morgcn, Ole!" "Five o'clock 

 to-morrow morning, Ole ! " was my last instruction 

 to my faithful boatman and gaffer yesterday evening, 

 and, sure enough, as I jump up instinctively a 

 quarter of an hour before the appointed time, I see 

 him outside my window busying himself with my 



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