Knut Hamsun,
Growth of the Soil — Book One, Chapter XI
(1917)
“ Isak glanced aside, and said, "No, you think not? But you've grown so grand and all.""Ha ha! Nay, I'm an old woman now," said she jestingly.It was no use trying to hide the fact: Isak was not a bit sure of himself now. He could find no self-possession, but still kept aloof, shy, as if ashamed of himself. How old could his wife be now? She couldn't be less than thirty — that is to say, she couldn't be more, of course. And Isak, for all that he was eating already, must pull up a twig of heather and fall to biting that."What — are you eating heather?" cried Inger laughingly. ”
