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"Kirschner, von unsere Leute?" "Sure!" Max Kirschner replied. "Did your father once run a store under the opera house here?" "That's right." "And after he died the widder sells out to a man by the name Marcus Senft?" "The same one," Max replied. "Why do you ask?"
They burned that town not by accident of shell fire and general conflagration, but methodically, house by house. In the midst of charred ruins I came on single houses standing, many of them, and on their doors was German writing in chalk "Nicht Verbrennen. Gute Leute wohnen hier."
And he was, incidentally, an omnivorous reader, for, as he naïvely said: Viele Bücher muss ich kennen, Denn die Menschen kenn' ich gern. As to his originality, another confession is significant: Ja, es gibt nur wenig Leute, Deren Schüler ich nicht bin.
Billeting officers had gone from house to house, chalking upon the doors such legends as "Drei Männer," "6 Offiziere Eingang verboten," and, on rare occasions "Gute Leute hier." The trembling inhabitants had been forced to wait on their uninvited guests as they clamoured noisily for wine and liqueurs.
In Germany he was connected with the almost legendary, politico-religious sect which bears the name Fahrende Leute; and, again, for some time, in an immense wagon drawn by gigantic Mechlenburgers, he wandered through the mountainous Hartz forest and along the banks of the picturesque Saal; he spent most time in Paris, where, with the theosophists he summoned up spirits, and with the decadents, otherwise known as incoherents, and still otherwise as the accursed poets; in the club of hashish-eaters he had dreams and visions brought on by using narcotics.
During the chorus to this verse Chan was seen tuning his instrument in the garden, and at the end sallied gallantly forth to sing the following tender strain: "Whang fun li, Tang hua ki, Hong Kong do ra me! Ah sin lo, Pan to fo, Tsing up chin leute!" Carried away by his passion, Chan dropped his banjo, fell upon his knees, and, clasping his hands, bowed his forehead in the dust before his idol.
"I will after I've washed up at the hotel," Max answered. "Hotel?" Sam exclaimed. "What d'ye mean, hotel? You ain't going to no hotel. You're coming home with me. A feller von unsere Leute should come to Cyprus for a vacation and stay at a hotel! An idee!" He linked his arm in Max's and together they walked to Sam's store.
The ancient servitor, however, knew little or nothing of those he served; his master was the honourable baron; but of his name he was ignorant; his mistress was young; they had not been many months there; they knew no one had no visitors he had heard they were English, but did not know it himself; they were "Gute leute," "good people," and that was enough for him.
My anti-slavery feelings remained as deep as ever, but, hearing this speech, there came into my mind an inkling of the truth: ``Hinter dem Berge sind auch Leute. During my stay in Washington I several times visited the Senate and the House, in the old quarters which they shortly afterward vacated in order to enter the more commodious rooms of the Capitol, then nearly finished.
He was, like his Colonel, a Saxon, a pleasant-featured, domesticated man, who explained civilly in the Thuringian dialect though to Vivie there could be no discrimination between varieties of High German that the Sachsen folk were "Eines gütes leute" and that all would go smoothly in time.
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