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 He put on his battered old hat that was so big it came far down over his ears, took up his thick  umbrella, opened the door and went out. Hugh sat by the table, his chin in his hand, thinking  deeply long after Nels had gone. It was hard to know what to believe, what to think and above  all what to do.

He could hear Linda Ingmarsson talking to her children in the next room and presently one  small boy came in and seated himself, without  saying a word, on a chair by the door. He seemed to think that politeness demanded his sitting with the guest, although to talk to him was  far beyond his power. Linda’s husband stood at the door a moment, but went away again. He was a big, quiet man, seeming much like an overgrown edition of his small son. Hugh, beginning to look about him, concluded that this room was  quite the cleanest place that he had ever seen. The boards of the floor were worn smooth with much scrubbing, the copper kettles on the shelves winked in the firelight. In one corner stood a quaintly carved cupboard, painted a most