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He had been standing till now with his hand on the key and the closed door at his back, evidently not intending to admit us; but thus asked, he pushed the door open, and said, somewhat ungraciously: "It is just that, M'sieur Müller a den; not fit for gentlemen like you. But you can go in, if you please." We did not wait for a second invitation, but went in immediately.
What it was all about Constance could only vaguely guess. She longed to know what was in the letter and why the money had been paid to the woman. Perhaps a quarter of an hour after Drummond left Adele appeared again, pleading for more dope. Muller went back of the partition and made up a fresh paper of it from a bottle also concealed. Constance was torn by conflicting impulses.
Before we come to the closing scenes, we may well look back over the life-work of George Muller, which happily illustrates both quantity and quality of service. It may be doubted whether any other one man of this century accomplished as much for God and man, and yet all the abundant offerings which he brought to his Master were characterized by a heavenly fragrance.
It has, also recently been ascertained on sufficient evidence, by Adolf Muller, that the cuckoo occasionally lays her eggs on the bare ground, sits on them and feeds her young. This rare event is probably a case of reversion to the long-lost, aboriginal instinct of nidification.
I will bring a clergyman here from Wakkerstroom, and your uncle shall go free as air, though he is a traitor to the land, and though he has tried to shoot a burgher after the declaration of peace. Refuse, and he dies. Choose now." "I have chosen," she answered with passion. "Frank Muller, perjured traitor yes, murderer that you are, I will not marry you."
Muller eyes had, for years, been upon land adjoining the three houses already built, separated from them only by the turnpike road. He called to see the agent, and found that the property was subject to a lease that had yet two years to run.
"Just as you like. I was trying to help you, I believe I really could help you. I have just come from Hietzing but of course if you don't want to talk to me " Muller shrugged his shoulders and turned toward the door. But before he reached it Knoll stood at his side. "You really mean to help me?" he gasped. "I do," said the detective calmly.
General Muller repeatedly succeeded in tearing up the railway line and destroying trains with provisions, whilst I had the good fortune of capturing a commissariat train, near Modelane, on the Delagoa Bay line; but, as I could not remove the goods, I was forced to burn the whole lot.
Muller put it in his pocket and told the woman not to leave the house for anything, as she might be sent for to come to the police station at any moment. Then he went out into the street with Amster. When they were outside in the sunlight, he looked at the glove.
So saying, Müller, having stopped me as I was coming down the steps of the Hôtel Dieu, linked his arm in mine, drew me into a shady angle under the lee of Notre Dame, and, without leaving me time to reply, went on pouring out his light, eager chatter as readily as a mountain-spring bubbles out its waters. "I thought you'd like to know about the Tapottes, you see and I was dying to tell you.
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