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"WELL, at least you're getting about a bit these days, my lad," said Bjartur to himself as on the evening of the same day he knocked at the kitchen door at Rauthsmyri.
"So it's you at last, is it? " said the workman who came to the door. He was in his stocking feet and had in his hand some steaming cloth that he was fulling-the domestic crafts were in full swing. ‘We thought you were dead.'