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"Why are you taking this trouble for me?" asked Harz. "I'm an old chap, Mr. Harz, and an old chap may do a stupid thing once in a while!" "You are very good," said Harz, "but I want no favours." Mr. Treffry stared at him. "Just so," he said drily, "but you see there's my niece to be thought of. Look here! We're not at the frontier yet, Mr.

I wouldn't have had this happen for a hundred thousand pounds! For many hours after Dawney had taken him to his hotel, Harz was prostrate with stunning pains in the head and neck. He had been all day without food, exposed to burning sun, suffering violent emotion. Movement of any sort caused him such agony that he could only lie in stupor, counting the spots dancing before, his eyes.

You must not forget the fate of your malvoisie." "Ah, madame, that was cruel! but I have forgiven you long since. I think, however, that the grape-vines bore better that year than ever before thus watered, or wined, I mean. Just think of it, Miss Harz! To pour good wine round the roots of a Fontainebleau grape, rather than replenish the springs of life with it!

With the view of rendering the Germans disinclined to come back, Caesar once more crossed the Rhine, in order if possible to strike an emphatic blow against the troublesome neighbours; but, as the Chatti, faithful to their tried tactics, assembled not on their western boundary, but far in the interior, apparently at the Harz mountains, for the defence of the land, he immediately turned back and contented himself with leaving behind a garrison at the passage of the Rhine.

And suddenly he began to kiss that pale, still face, to kiss its eyes and lips, to kiss it from its chin up to its hair; and it stayed pale, as a white flower, beneath those kisses as a white flower, whose stalk the fingers bend back a little. There was a sound of knocking on the wall; Mr. Treffry called feebly. Christian broke away from Harz.

Herr Paul said, puffing out his lips: "Now we know each other!" and, brushing up the ends of his moustaches, he carried off Harz into another room, decorated with pipe-racks, prints of dancing-girls, spittoons, easy-chairs well-seasoned by cigar smoke, French novels, and newspapers. The household at Villa Rubein was indeed of a mixed and curious nature.

Thinking of the drive and their last parting, Harz felt sorry and ashamed. Suddenly Christian came into the room; she stood for a moment looking at him; then sat down. "Chris!" said Mr. Treffry reproachfully. She shook her head, and did not move; mournful and intent, her eyes seemed full of secret knowledge. Mr. Treffry spoke: "I've no right to blame you, Mr.

"I went with him quietly to the police-station...." Harz seemed carried away by his story. His quick dark face worked, his steel-grey eyes stared as though he were again passing through all these long-past emotions. The hot sun struck down; Christian drew herself together, sitting with her hands clasped round her knees. "I didn't care by then what came of it.

To this the elder brother replied, that wealth ill won was seldom well spent; while Martin presumptuously declared, that the possession of all the treasures of the Harz would not make the slightest alteration on his habits, morals, or character.

A wild scene in the Harz Mountains gives way to an enchanted hail in which are seen the most famous courtesans of ancient history Phryne, Lais, Aspasia, Cleopatra, and Helen of Troy. The apparition of Marguerite appears to Faust, a red line encircling her neck, like the mark of a headsman's axe. We reach the end.