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"I thank you, ab, indeed, it thank you," he said with the first sign of emotion he had shown, and then added low: "Do not fear that you will have trouble on my account. They can find me in my home." With these words he turned away and sat down in his chair again. When Bauer entered the room a few moments later, Kniepp was smoking calmly. "Now, Muller, I'm ready.
One of the scenes that grated most harshly on my feelings, was seeing yesterday a company of women employed on the unfinished part of the road. They were digging and shoveling away in the rain, nearly up to their knees in mud and clay! I called at the Institute for the Blind, under the direction of Mr. Müller.
Horn turned to the servant again. "How many times have you been out of the apartment since last night?" "Once only, sir, to go to the police station to fetch you." "And you locked the door behind you?" "Why, yes, sir. You saw that I had to turn the key twice to let you in." Horn and Muller both looked the young man over very carefully.
Years ago some guy who thought he was goin' to get rich runnin' a squab farm had put it up, but he'd quit the game and the property had been bought up by Muller, our profiteerin' provision dealer. And Muller didn't do a thing but soak 'em $30 a month rent for the shack, that has all the conveniences of a cow shed in it.
In both stories the youth uses his advantage to free all his friends from their enchantment, and then proceeds to destroy the villain who wrought all this wickedness. Yet, in spite of this agreement, Max Muller, if I understand him aright, would not have us infer the identity of the two stories until we have taken each one separately and ascertained its primitive mythical significance.
One moment he let his head rest on the shoulder of his fatherly friend, then proudly drew himself up. "Baron Leuchtmar and you, my trusty private secretary, Müller!" he cried, with loud voice, "to-day we leave The Hague and proceed to Arnheim, and thence we set forth to-morrow on our journey home. Marwitz, you travel in advance. The golden days of our youth are past! Let iron ones follow!
"I have a cab waiting for me. But it only holds two," volunteered Pokorny. "That doesn't matter, I'll sit on the box," answered the man addressed as Muller. "You are going with us?" asked Pokorny. "Yes, he will accompany you," replied the commissioner. "This is detective Muller, sir.
But the Lord kept us steadfast to the conclusion, at which we had arrived under His guidance." Under the date Jan. 25, 1842, Mr. Müller writes:
The package I drew up weighed about ten pounds. Wilcox opened it and scooped out a thimbleful of greenish powder. He washed it down with wine. "Fatal?" Muller asked. The man nodded. "In that dosage, after a couple of hours. But it cuts out the pain ah, better already. I won't feel it. Captain, I was never piddling.
It is long since I have heard of them. Do you know that I left my little Bible with them? I had taught Elsie and Hans to read it, and they promised to go on reading it aloud as I used to do to the wood-cutters on Sunday evenings. It is wonderful how God's Word has been blessed to souls in the Forest. And, Adeline, have I told you how kind your friend Herr Müller has been about Hans?
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