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I was struck with the profound melancholy depicted in his face. His cheeks were sunken and he had a pinched look which I had observed in the features of most of the customers at Haase's. I set it down to the insufficient feeding which is general among the lower classes in Germany to-day.
The Englishman wasn't there, but they got three or four others they were looking for Fritz and another deserter included. I was nearly there myself!" I was always hearing references of this kind to my exploit. I was never spoken of except in terms of admiration, but the name of Clubfoot der Stelze excited only execration and terror. I lived in daily fear of a raid at Haase's.
This correspondence, which will be found in Haase's edition of the philosopher, is now admitted on all hands to be a forgery. But we might naturally ask; Does it not point to an actual correspondence which is lost, the traditional remembrance of which gave rise to its later fictitious reproduction? To this the answer must be: Jerome knew of no such early tradition.
It came round towards the fresh yellow mounds of earth which marked Herr Haase's excavations; they had an instant in which to note, faint as the whirring of a fly upon a pane, the buzz of some small mechanism within the thing.
Herr Haase, coming last with the suitcase, saw around the Baron's large shoulders how she flitted across and called into the balcony: "Egon, the Herren are here!" Then, without glancing at them again, she passed them and disappeared. Herr Haase's wrist was aching with his burden. Gently, and with precaution against noise, he stooped, and let the suit-case down upon the floor.
Well, Herr Bettermann, I think I know your terms now. You want to see the Graf von Specht again here? I am right, am I not?" Bettermann's eyes narrowed at him. "Yes," he said. "You're right. Only this time it is he that must bring the whip!" Herr Haase's intelligence, following like a shorthand-writer's pencil, ten words behind the speaker, gave a leap at this.
The Baron's car was waiting at the hotel door; the cab drew up behind it. The cabman, of course, wanted more than his due, and didn't get it; but the debate helped to take Herr Haase's mind still further off his feet. He entered the cool hall of the hotel triumphantly and made for the staircase. "O, mein Herr!"
She had folded the veil to a neat square, stuck three hatpins in it, and thrown it with her hat and jacket on the sofa. "No one has tried to murder me," she said, and raised both her hands to her hair. "I was standing before Haase's window the big jeweller's in the PETERSTRASSE, you know. I've always loved jewellers' windows especially at night, when they're lighted up.
I am afraid!" Haase's voice sounded from the inner room. "Hedwig!" he called. The woman hastily dried her eyes and disappeared through the door. The coast was clear, if I wanted to escape, but where could I go, without a paper or passport, a hunted man? The news of Kore's arrest and execution haunted me.
The porter, his waistcoat buttoned for the occasion, carried out a leather suit-case and placed it in the car, then stood aside, holding open the door, as the Baron and Von Wetten appeared from the hall. Von Wetten, true to his manner, saw neither Herr Haase's bow nor the porter's lifted cap; to him, salutations and civilities came like the air he breathed, and were as little acknowledged.
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