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Both had continued their walk, and as they approached the burgomaster's house, the captain, who had listened to the youth with joyful surprise, said: "You're cut from good timber, Junker, and on the way to the right goal. Only keep Herr Peter's speech in your mind, and remember what you have learned in history. To whom belong the shining purple pages in the great book of national history?
For the rest, each kept himself going by means of his own earnings; one had sent footwear to the West Indies, and another had made the bride-bed for the burgomaster's daughter; they maintained themselves as a caste and looked down with contempt upon the people.
The burgomaster's wife made no reply except a silent nod; then indignantly pushed back her chair, and the meal was over. By Georg Ebers Days and weeks had passed, July was followed by sultry August, and that, too, was drawing to a close. The Spaniards still surrounded Leyden, and the city now completely resembled a prison.
Jüchziger's tone and look were carefully calculated to provoke the Burgomaster's pride, and Schönleben made a sign for the messenger to withdraw. 'Am I his slave? he broke out angrily, as soon as the man was out of hearing. 'Have I not every bit as good a right to send for him as he has to send for me? I will soon let him know which of us has the best right to command here!
It lacked only an hour of noon, when the young wife's delicate, slender figure, carrying a white duster in her hand, entered the burgomaster's study. Here she stationed herself at the window, from which the pouring rain streamed in numerous crooked serpentine lines, pressed her forehead against the panes, and gazed down into the quiet street.
In the burgomaster's house, there were two old mahogany frames with rare prints, his store of medicines, the excellent piano which cheered us, in his attic a skeleton. So you saw him in his home life as a quiet, scholarly man of taste and education. You entered another gaping house, with two or three bits of inherited mahogany clearly, the heirlooms of an old family.
I took my little daughter on my knee and lavished my caresses on her, and so left them, telling them that we should see each other again in the course of three weeks or a month at latest. As I was going home in the moonlight by myself, my sword under my arm, I was encountered all of a sudden by the poor dupe of a burgomaster's son.
Van Hout's manly features quickly smoothed and, clasping the burgomaster's right hand in both his, he said joyously: "Thanks, Herr Peter. And no offence; you know my hot temper. If the time seems long to your young wife, send her to mine." "And mine," added Dousa.
In the entry, he laid his hand on her arm and asked: "Will you know next time, what I expect from you?" "No," replied the burgomaster's wife, in a tone which sounded gay, though it revealed the disappointment she felt; "no but you have taught me that you are a man who understands how to spoil one's best pleasures." "I will procure you others," replied the doctor laughing and descended the stairs.
Among fools one must be a fool He was steadfast in everything, even anger No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point To expect gratitude is folly Whoever condemns, feels himself superior THE BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, Complete By Georg Ebers Translated from the German by Mary J. Safford BARONESS SOPHIE VON BRANDENSTEIN, nee EBERS.
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