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'Auf wiedersehen, she answered gently, giving him her hand. 'Have you no Thanksgiving sermon for me? he asked, holding her fingers lingeringly. 'No child in all your flock needs it so much.
I caught sight of Monica, almost at the detective's elbow, talking to two very elegant-looking officers. I pushed my way across the vestibule, turned my back on the detective and stood impassively beside her. "Ah! there you are, Carter!" she said. "Gute Nacht, Herr Baron! Auf wiedersehen, Durchlaucht!" The two officers kissed her hand whilst I helped her into her wrap.
The whole conversation lasted about fifty minutes, but the beginning of new history was started in that time and the curtain was going up on the grand drama of war. All the time this was going on I could hear faintly his strains of 'Auf Wiedersehn, together with the merry jest of the officers and the light laughter of the women.
And suddenly Fanny, she who had resolved to set her face against all emotion, and all sentiment, found herself with her glowing cheek pressed against the withered one, and it was the weak old hand that patted her now. So she lay for a moment, silent. Then she got up, straightened her hat, smiled. "Auf Wiedersehen," she said in her best German. "Und gute Besserung."
Now here is a sentence from a popular and excellent German novel with a slight parenthesis in it. Wenn er aber auf der Strasse der in Sammt und Seide gehuellten jetz sehr ungenirt nach der neusten mode gekleideten Regierungsrathin begegnet. Marlitt. And that sentence is constructed upon the most approved German model.
After the applause had subsided and a response had been made by one of the passengers, the orchestra played as a finale Liebe's "Auf Wiedersehen." Then we, after securing pencil and paper, hastened to join the crowd around the bulletin board to make notes of the directions for the trip into Spain.
"Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass, Wer nie die kummervollen Nächte Auf seinen Bette weinend sass, Er kennt Euch nicht, ihr himmlische Mächte!" Milly Harrington had passed two months at Birchmead, and her grandmother's neighbors were beginning to speculate on the probabilities of her staying over the summer. "Poor soul; it's lonely for her," Mrs. Chigwin said to her friend, Elizabeth.
In the meantime, she contented herself with peacefully annexing the commerce of the Flemish and Dutch ports, with building up a mercantile and a war navy, with advocating the historical maritime philosophy of Captain Mahan, and with repeating on every occasion the famous note of warning: ‘Unsere Zukunft ist auf dem Wasser.’ Biding her time, and following the line of least resistance, Germany for the last twenty years therefore extended steadily towards the south and towards the east.
"And I. You will find me here at dinner-time." said the old man. "It is the best place"; and March fancied him reluctant to give another address. To cover his consciousness he answered, gayly: "Then, it's 'auf wiedersehen' with us. Well!" "Also!" The old man took his hand, and made a mechanical movement with his mutilated arm, as if he would have taken it in a double clasp. He laughed at himself.
'That's the first bad habit to be overcome by the amateur converted. 'Capital! An axiom worth putting into print, for the benefit of all and sundry. Now I must say goodbye; that fellow yonder will take me back to the domesticities. He hailed an empty carriage. 'We shall meet again among the mountains. Auf Wiedersehen!
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