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Saaledes vandt denne Elskerinde, der legede Moder, Magt over William og saaledes var Forholdet i Begyndelsen. [...] Men hurtigt blev denne Moders Skød kun til en Elskerindes Favn, og Favnen et Kapua for Legioner, der var slagne ved Kannæ.

Kamilla er her Hun havde sét mig i Theatret. 'Hvor Høg sér gammel ud,' havde hun sagt til Gerson. Nu er det ogsaa snart fire Aar siden - men den Gang, hun kendte mig, var jeg forresten ogsaa gammel. Det var først senere jeg blev ung. Min Ungdom varede i seks Maaneder.

'Jo, vi Damer sidder vort halve Liv og venter paa at blive lykkelige, og det andet halve sidder vi i en Krog og sørger over, at vi ikke er blevet det.'

Naar man er seksten Aar har man Mod til at drømme om at elske, aldrig Mod til at elske.

Rektors Værelse var et stort Rum med Reoler langs alle Vægge. Der stod en gammel Sokrates paa Kakkelovnen. Henne i et Hjørne paa et lille Bord laa et rødtindbundet Monstrum: et græsk Lexikon, Lærerne havde foræret deres Foresatte til hans Sølvbryllup. Ved Artium laa Bogen ved Siden af sin Ejermand paa Examensbordet. Pedellen betragtede den som en Helligdom og svøbte den ind i et grønt Klæde, hver Gang han skulde bære den.

'How do you do, ma'am?' I said to Miss Murdstone.

'Ah, dear me!' sighed Miss Murdstone, giving me the tea-caddy scoop instead of her fingers. 'How long are the holidays?'

'A month, ma'am.'

'Counting from when?'

'From today, ma'am.'

'Oh!' said Miss Murdstone. 'Then here's one day off.'

She kept a calendar of the holidays in this way, and every morning checked a day off in exactly the same manner. She did it gloomily until she came to ten, but when she got into two figures she became more hopeful, and, as the time advanced, even jocular.

This extremely artful suggestion Mr. Barkis accompanied with a
nudge of his elbow that gave me quite a stitch in my side. After
that, he slouched over his horse in his usual manner; and made no
other reference to the subject except, half an hour afterwards,
taking a piece of chalk from his pocket, and writing up, inside the
tilt of the cart, 'Clara Peggotty' - apparently as a private
memorandum.

'Well!' he resumed at length. 'Says you, "Peggotty! Barkis is waitin' for a answer." Says she, perhaps, "Answer to what?" Says you, "To what I told you." "What is that?" says she. "Barkis is willin'," says you.'

'When a man says he's willin',' said Mr Barkis, turning his glance slowly on me again, 'it's as much as to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer.'

He [i.e. Traddles] was taken ill in the night - quite prostrate he was - in consequence of Crab; and after being drugged with black draughts and blue pills, to an extent which Demple (whose father was a doctor) said was enough to undermine a horse's constitution, received a caning and six chapters of Greek Testament for refusing to confess.

'Dra opp til det landet som fløymer med mjølk og honning!'

(2. Mos 33,3)

Til tross for busslastene med turister, er det alltid en ro på Iona. Den lille øya har en egen evne til å absorbere store mengder av amerikanere, tyskere, australiere, engelskmenn. Strendene, benkene, påskeliljene, klosteret, alle de nyfødte lammene som vingler omkring nå i april – det er som om støyen suges inn i sanden, i treverket, i de gule blomstene, i steinveggene, i den hvite ullen.