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The grave, distinguished man followed his prince into the coach, and both waved a farewell to the pretty girl, who made the deep curtesy she had learned so thoroughly from Frau Kummerfelden.
A couple of old slow-coaches, that rattle at every move they make, and your friend the old raven-mother, Frau Kummerfelden, whose rough paws would kill anything at all delicate." "Now, now," said Frau Kummerfelden, "you mustn't say anything about the raven-mother she's a splendid old soul."
I really don't see any reason why we should provide her with a sinecure up on the Ettersberg." The first Sunday or two that the captain found the door locked, he was very much annoyed with Frau Kummerfelden. "An old woman like that," he growled in front of the door, "steals God's days from him and just when there's some use to be got out of her, she's off!"
"The Lord have mercy on you men!" said Frau Kummerfelden, stirring the sugar in her coffee. "You choose one that takes your fancy, and you call her beautiful as long as you care for her. What sort of a life did your wife have up there, lonely and deserted, as if she'd married a log of wood?" "I say, Kummerfelden! Thunder you're saying a good deal!"
Herr and Frau Sperber had come over to see what had become of the fugitives, and were standing at a little distance, not wishing to break in upon the sacred dance. Frau Kummerfelden, who now and then spent the week-end in summer with them for the Sperbers' hospitality was boundless had come with them. The three old people stood motionless.
Not a syllable! People might tear her in little pieces and they wouldn't get a word out of her that wasn't to your credit." "A soldier's child damn it all!" cried the captain, bringing down his fist on the table. "She gets that from me, the little rogue!" Frau Kummerfelden put up both her busy hands to her big cap, as if to protect it from hearing impossible things. "Lord save us!" she said.
The less severe attacks he fought through on the Ettersberg, in his old home; and it was there that his last hour found him. The Sperbers had come, and old Frau Kummerfelden also, when they heard that Herr Rauchfuss was about to depart.
"Because it's the truth!" said Frau Kummerfelden crossly. "And a rocking-horse would make as good a father as you are to that dear child. What kind of a way is that to do to come home drunk at two o'clock in the morning, without a thought for the poor little thing that's waiting for you half asleep to help you to bed, you old rascal?
Eh, Kummerfelden, I didn't do a bad piece of work there, did I? Look at all the generation that's growing up can you show me her like?" "Now, now," said Frau Kummerfelden; "you needn't be stuck up about it, my good sir. She is more than half the daughter of her noble mother." "Eh, what? Noble?" said the captain. "Deuce take it beauty's the thing in a woman. There you are!"
"You old fool!" said Frau Kummerfelden. "What was it kept your property in such fine condition? Was it your wife's beauty, or her ability?" "Ah, bah! Of course non-essentials have their use too. But the main thing ... Look she might have gone down on her knees to me, and I'd never have married Frau Rauchfuss if she hadn't been such a fetching little thing."
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