"But I saw you two going
up here."
"Ho, did you? And a lot of good it did you, I dare say," she cried,
suddenly furious. She was certainly not easier to deal with now. "What
are you poking and sniffing about after, I'd like to know? What's it
to do with you?"
Axel was not in the best of temper himself. "H'm. So he's been here
again today?"
"Well, what if he has? What do you want with him?"
"I want with him? It's what you want with him, I'd like to ask. You
ought to be ashamed."
"Ashamed? Huh! The least said about that, if you ask me," said Barbro.
"I'm here to sit in the house like a statue, I suppose? What have I
got to be ashamed of, anyway? If you like to go and get some one else
to look after the place, I'm ready to go. You hold your tongue, that's
all I've got to say, if it's not too much to ask. I'm going back now
to get your supper and make the coffee, and after that I can do as I
please."
They came home with the quarrel at its height.
No, they were not always the best of friends, Axel and Barbro; there
was trouble now and again.
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