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"The holy brother sends them so that you can amuse yourself a little." Amusement! It was a cruel joke. Konrad gave a shrill laugh. It was the laugh of a despairing man who cannot shut out the vision of his last journey, which became more hideous every moment. What did the Father send? Simple prayer-books and religious manuals.
"Beg pardon, sir," said the landlord, "but the gentleman says his business is most pressing." Gorman reflected. If Goldsturmer had given the landlord five shillings and this seemed likely the business must be very pressing indeed; and King Konrad Karl could not yet have become an absolute slave to the virtue of punctuality. "Show him in here," said Gorman; "that will save time."
Its King could, he supposed, cede a portion of territory to a foreign power without consulting any other monarch. Yet the Emperor evidently had to be considered, might put a stop to the whole business. Konrad Karl had no doubts about that, and he ought to know. I am sure that I should be doing Gorman an injustice if I were to represent him as anxious only about the commission.
At the appointed hour Count Konrad and his company went silently forth, escorting a score more who carried sacks of the newly baked bread on their backs, or leathern receptacles filled with wine, as well as a stout cask of the same seductive fluid.
But his sin did not pass unpunished, for Konrad died childless; he bequeathed his wealth to the Church and charities, in expiation of his sin of having attained wealth by the aid of an evil spirit. The Millers Maid of Udorf
It was nearly midnight when Count Konrad von Hochstaden reached his castle on the Rhine, with a score of very tired and hungry men behind him.
Heinz came into the room, he made a frightened sound, because I was laughing so much. And then he had to sneeze... But I will soon forget this. I can no longer even remember when the old Mr. Konrad Krause said he liked me. That was still nicer. I only remember that the writing-table at which he sat was already dark when I brought the tea.
The Gospel is a very good book, not in vain is it called the glad tidings." "My God! yes; what do I need more sorely now than glad tidings?" agreed Konrad. "Of course. But the book's not an easy one. Out of ten readers there's hardly one who understands it. And even he doesn't really understand it. It's too profound, I might say, too divine a book; as they say, seven times sealed.
"Heinrich, Baron Bernstein, is now on his way to his castle from the Holy Land, and were he here it were useless for me to summon a parley, for he would answer you with the sword and not with the tongue when he learned his father was dead at your hand." "That is no reply to my question. With whom do I hold converse?" "I am Konrad, Count of Hochstaden, and your Lordship's vassal."
Like rosy hopes that have been withered. Ach, what a foolish talk! So, now you will fasten it please. A real trick it is to button such a dress so sly they are, those fastenings." When all the sly fastenings were secure I stood at gaze. "Nose is shiny," I announced, searching in a drawer for chamois and powder. Frau Nirlanger raised an objecting hand. "But Konrad does not approve of such things.
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