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"I've just heard of that from another quarter," he interrupted. "What I want to know is whether she pleased the eyes of men." "What's that to you?" interposed red-haired Gitta jealously, trying to draw him away from Gundel by the chain. Raban laughed heartily, and lame Jungel, chuckling, rapped on the floor with his right crutch, exclaiming: "Good for you!"
Red-haired Gitta was sewing another patch of cloth upon her rough husband's already well-mended jerkin by the dim light of a small lamp, into which she had put some fat and a bit of rag for a wick. It was difficult to thread the needle.
He thrust his hand hurriedly into his jerkin as he spoke, and gave Gitta something which he had concealed there. It was a set of dice, but, with ready presence of mind, she pressed them so hard into the crumb of the loaf of bread which she had just cut that it entirely concealed them.
So she resolved to ask the assistance of the landlady of The Pike, coughed with her handkerchief pressed over her lips, in order not to disturb the sleepers, and turned to leave the room. But Gitta had just been to see the sick mother, and told Cyriax that Kuni, silly, softhearted thing, had wasted her gold coins on the dying woman.
So we met, and when I admit that I am grateful to him for it, you know all." "H'm," replied Cyriax, giggling, as he nudged his wife in the side and made remarks concerning what he had just heard which induced even red- haired Gitta to declare that the loss of his tongue was scarcely a misfortune. Kuni indignantly turned her back upon the slanderer and gazed out of the window again.
Red-haired Gitta was sewing another patch of cloth upon her rough husband's already well-mended jerkin by the dim light of a small lamp, into which she had put some fat and a bit of rag for a wick. It was difficult to thread the needle.
At first she had been afraid of the brutal fellow, who feigned insanity and was led about by his wife with a chain; but once, when red-haired Gitta was seized by the Inquisition, and spent two days and two nights in jail, and Kuni nursed her child in her place, she had found him more friendly. Besides, in Compostella, the swearer had been in his most cheerful mood.
As her gaze rested on the youngest of the Nuremberg dignitaries, her pale cheeks flushed, and, as if unconsciously, the exclamation: "It is he!" fell from her lips. "Who?" asked red-haired Gitta, and was quickly answered in a low tone "I mean Lienhard, Herr Groland." "The young one," stuttered Cyriax. Then, raising the shawl, he continued inquisitively: "Do you know him? For good or for evil?"
"I've just heard of that from another quarter," he interrupted. "What I want to know is whether she pleased the eyes of men." "What's that to you?" interposed red-haired Gitta jealously, trying to draw him away from Gundel by the chain. Raban laughed heartily, and lame Jungel, chuckling, rapped on the floor with his right crutch, exclaiming: "Good for you!"
So she resolved to ask the assistance of the landlady of The Pike, coughed with her handkerchief pressed over her lips, in order not to disturb the sleepers, and turned to leave the room. But Gitta had just been to see the sick mother, and told Cyriax that Kuni, silly, softhearted thing, had wasted her gold coins on the dying woman.
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