15

It would be written ASLAUG. - Honey, don't be afraid. - Mr. Harald, he said to her, as he looked through the small window into the car. Who put his head between the glass of the grille at the entrance to the door. - My goodness, they are children, poor thing, it shouldn't be like that. – The girl said. - Honey, I ask you to be careful with yourself, this is on the other side of the city, where the children, are not children, the ones that are, are not as pure, as for those Aslaug's children, they are always ready to do their thing - he said Mr. Harald. When I thought he was a poor sick child or something else, I saw that he was the dirtiest little bastard I had ever seen in my life and I realized that he was feverish and terrified, crying out loud, with his neck trapped between two iron rods. While a milkman and a sacristan, with the best intentions, tried to pull him away, pulling him by the legs, under the general impression that, by that means, they would succeed in greeting, with the skull. When I lost my peace of mind, that's when I discovered it was completely the opposite. As this was a little boy with a naturally large head, I thought that perhaps his body could fit through where his head had gone, and I advised that the best way to get him out would be to push him forward. This being my proposal, which was so favourably received by the milkman and the sacristan, that the boy would have been immediately pushed into the area, if I had not grabbed him. With their aprons on, as well as seeing Trygve and Mr. Harald running across the kitchen to catch him when he was released. Finally, he was fortunately brought to safety, without any accident, and then he began to beat Mr. Harald with a curved stick, in a completely frantic manner. No one belonging to the house had appeared, except a person in clogs, who had been pushing the child with a broom, I don't know for what purpose, and I don't think she herself knew it. My own assumption was completely wrong, as for Mrs. Aslaug not being at home and I was completely surprised, that was not what I expected, as the person appeared without clogs in the hallway, and went up to the living room. rear of the first floor, in front of me and Yrsa, announcing us as - So, those two girls, as for Lady Aslaug. Arriving at the curve of the climb, we found many children who. Even so, in the future, or now, with difficulty, I would not be able, like him, to avoid stepping into the tenebrous and dark place, when we arrived in the presence of Mrs. Aslaug, one of the poor little creatures rolled down the steps, At that time, it was in a rush, when then, they would be supernatural creatures like the umbra, among small sparkling, obscure powders, like sand, that changed shape, which was as it seemed to me, which came in a tremendous noise. Mrs. Aslaug, whose face showed no disquiet, such as we could not help expressing on our faces, as the poor child's head signalled its passage with a bang, another ringing of bells, strange and disconnected sounds. With that, as he walked through each of the steps, on which Trygve later said he had counted seven, in addition to one for the landing), he received us with perfect serenity. That was a young fairy or half-breed who was very pretty and plump, forty to fifty years old, with beautiful eyes, although they had a curious habit of seeming to look into the distance, just as I am now, quoting Trygve again, even if it comes to that. closer they could see but the dimensional portals of darkness! - Now, I feel really happy. – Mrs. Aslaug said in a pleasant tone of voice - We are pleased to welcome you. - She said. – I respect Mr. Loki head a lot and no one he cares about can be indifferent to me. We thanked him and sat behind the door, where there was a sofa without one of its legs..., when Mrs. Aslaug had very beautiful hair, but was very busy, such as with her duties as mediators and representatives of the creatures of the dimensions to have time to comb them. The car in which she had been negligently descending and ascending, when she was using the chalet in which she had fallen into the chair, when she came forward to meet us. As a result, we could not help but notice that her dress barely gathered at the back and that the space left open was protected by a kind of grid of corset strings, reminiscent of the railing of a summer house. The other room was a library covered from floor to ceiling with books, between a table covered with papers and almost entirely occupied by a huge desk covered with equally papery paper, which was, I must say, not only very untidy, but very dirty. So, at that time, we were forced to notice this with our sense of sight, while with our ears we followed the poor child, who had rolled down the stairs, I think to the kitchen, where someone seemed to want to stop crying. But what mainly shocked us was the spectacle of a girl, with a decadent and sickly appearance, but by no means, very ugly, as she sat in a chair writing at the desk, biting a pen and staring at us. I suppose no one has ever seen themselves so covered in paint. In her appearance, from her dishevelled hair to her beautiful feet, disfigured by torn satin slippers and her sloppy and needy appearance, in which she seemed to not really have any piece of dress on. This would be from head to toe in the midst of changes and a poor appearance, in which at that time, it showed its surroundings, whose own conditions were thus stuck or out of place. - Now that we have met, my dear friends. – As Mrs. Aslaug said, as she was lighting the two large kitchen candles in tin holders The place had an entrance into a corridor that led into another room, which gave the room a strong smell of hot tallow, even though the fire had gone out and the grill was lit, in which everyone saw, when could they start, if not ashes, a bundle of firewood, and a poker, which she saw was quite rustic, even ancient. - So, now that we meet, my dear friends, as usual, quite busy. - Even so, you will forgive me. The African project currently occupies all of my time. It is now my obligation to maintain my correspondence with other orders and public institutions and with individuals anxious for the well-being of their fellow men throughout the country. I'm happy to say that things are progressing. - We hope to have a good coexistence by this time, in the coming year, of one hundred and fifty to two hundred healthy families, cultivating coffee and educating the natives of Borriobula-Gha, on the left bank of the Niger. As Yrsa even said, but looked at me, I said that it must be a pleasure. - Nice to meet. – Even as Mrs. Aslaug said. – Ask for your loyalty even your presence, in which all my energies, such as they are; But that's what each person is, as long as the expected success is achieved. In which I do it day after day, in which I am more confused at this moment, with such a process, with this success. - Still, do you know anything new, Miss Solveig? – The man said. - I want to believe that you never turned your thoughts to the Dark Dimensional Portals. It was really as expected, as that strange call until I came to the point myself, that I didn't know how to respond. I remembered that the quality of the climate... A gloomy, dark environment with dense fog that doesn't stop raining. - What wonderful weather. – At that time, Mrs. Aslaug said. - Really incredible, my lady? - In all words. – The other said. - Yes, certainly, let's take some precautions. – As Mrs. Aslaug said. - Do you know how long you can live in Holborn without precaution and catch some disease? - You can live a long life in Holborn, but with caution and enjoy health. - You know that the same always happens with the Dark Dimensional Portals. I had my questions. – Even if I thought about it. – Even if I lived in this town of Holborn. - Now, if they wanted. – Mrs. Aslaug said, at that time, when she was pushing numerous papers to our side – you might be able to take a look at some observations regarding this special subject. What was the question in general (which has already been discussed extensively, what was that, for now I am finishing a letter that I was dictating to my eldest daughter who my secretary is...