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‘Go over to the pastor, then, and ask him for leave to search for driftwood.’
Ketil's spirits rose. He decided to go over to the pastor right away. He sprang up and asked his wife to pass him his skin shoes.
‘You'd better tidy yourself up before you go,’ his wife warned him.
But he thought this quite unnecessary; he just pulled a few strands of chewing tobacco off his beard. There were three dead spiders clinging to the front of his sweater, and he brushed these away too. Then off he went.

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