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Erik was standing on the front steps, with stooping shoulders and face half turned toward the wall. He stationed himself there every morning at about four, and waited for the bailiff to come down. It was now six, and had just begun to grow light.
Lasse and Pelle had finished cleaning out the cow-stable and distributing the first feed, and they w