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Krafft was silent, but Furst kissed his finger-tips to a large hanging photograph of the girl in question, and was facetious on the subject of dark, sallow women. "And you, Heinz? What do you say?" demanded Schilsky with growing impatience. Still Krafft did not reply, and Schilsky was mastered by a violent irritation. "Why the devil can't you open your mouth? What's the matter with you?
"It is a big idea; it requires thought," said he ruminativeiy. "You are a recent arrival, Mr. Krafft? What is your line of activity?" The slight, elegant little man smiled. "I am one of the what is it you called, them bums of whom we talk. I try to do what is within my power, within my strength-lest I, too, become discouraged, lest I, too, fall again and not get up."
The completeness of the man's humanity was obvious and compelling. The thought passed through Brion's mind that now he had an additional reason for wanting the war ended without destruction on either side. He very much wanted to visit Nyjord and see these people on their home grounds. Professor Krafft waited, patiently and silently, while Brion pulled his thoughts together and answered.
"KRAFFT HOCH, HOCH KRAFFT!" they cried, and roared again, until the proprietor, a mild, round-faced man, who was loath to meddle with his best customers, advanced to the middle of the floor, where he stood smiling uneasily and rubbing his hands. But it was growing late. "Why the devil doesn't he come?" yawned Boehmer.
In other words, no strong-arm work; do you understand?" The man mumbled and growled something. "Nonsense, Mex," interrupted Krafft sharply. "Do as I say. "It's a matter of a tidy sum," blurted out Mex at last. Krafft laughed. "You see, you were already marked for the slaughter," he told Keith; then to Mex: "Well, you let him alone; he's my friend." "All right, if you say so," growled the man.
Then she might play up as she liked; you would be master in earnest." "Registrar?" echoed Krafft with deep scorn. "Listen to the ape! Not if we can hinder it. When he's fool enough for that I know him it will be with something fresher and less faded, something with the bloom still on it." Schilsky winced as though he had been struck.
The title-page bore, together with a long dedication, in which the name of the Prince stood out in enormous letters, a notice to the effect that "Herr Jean-Christophe Krafft was six years old." He was, in fact, seven and a half. The printing of the design was very expensive.
No, he is a confounded deal wiser to stay here and make sure of her, for that sort is as slippery as an eel." "Krafft can tell us; he let her go; is she? is it true?" shouted half a dozen. Krafft looked up and winked. His reply was so gross and so witty that there was a very howl of mirth.
You've played the fool here long enough." When he emerged from the house, Krafft had stopped whistling. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his felt hat pulled down over his eyes. At the corner, he was so lost in thought as to be unable to guide his feet: he stood and gazed at the pavement.
Let them alone, or pamper them, and they spread like a weed, and choke you" and he quoted a saying about going to women and not forgetting the whip, at which Maurice stood aghast. "But why, if you despise a person like that why have her always about you?" he cried, at the end of a flaming plea for woman's dignity and worth. Krafft shrugged his shoulders.
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