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He was beaten at last by Moritz, "Sunday, 9th July, 1553," at a place called Sievershausen in the Hanover Country, where Moritz himself perished in the action. Albert fled thereupon to France. No hope in France. No luck in other small and desperate stakings of his: the game is done.
"Peter, it's the child in you that I love. You're so much a man, and they all think of you as a man, man all your training to be a man and yet it's the child that a woman's heart sees and wants to preserve for her own." "Do you see much of Moritz Abel?" he asked. "Yes.... It was he who found you for me." Peter was watching her red lips now.
It sounds an easy question to answer; but I am thinking of years later, one winter's night at Tiefenkasten in the Julier Pass. I was on my way from San Moritz to Chur. The sole passenger, I had just climbed, half frozen, from the sledge, and was thawing myself before the stove in the common room of the hotel when the waiter put a pencilled note into my hand: "Come up and see me.
"They are, first, that Moritz shall by oath renounce every wish and thought of uniting himself with Fraulein von Leuthen; secondly, that before he leaves the prison, he shall write to the young lady, in which he shall solemnly release her, and enjoin it upon her as a duty to accept the hand of the man to whom her parents have betrothed her.
As the little crucians lie motionless on the surface of the water in the sunshine, only stirring their fins a little from time to time, just to feel they are alive, that must feel good. But suddenly she had a recollection that was like a prick of conscience. She felt as if she were neglecting or betraying something. She started up. "Row to shore," she commanded. Moritz looked up in astonishment.
Moreover, it was not decreed that we should again attain perfect family unity. New lodgers were already bespoken; and after some sweeping and scouring, planing, and rubbing with beeswax, painting and varnishing, the house was completely restored again. The chancery-director Moritz, with his family, very worthy friends of my parents, moved in.
"Sir, dismount, I have important business with you!" "We have nothing to say to each other," answered Ebenstreit, calmly. "But I!" cried Moritz, springing forward, furious as a lion, "I have something to say to you, you rascal, and I will treat you accordingly!" He savagely tore the whip from the postilion's hand, and struck Ebenstreit in the face.
Moritz, and the little German, on a very fraternal footing, was still talking as the party descended from the intérieur. He spoke of the butterflies the day before in Pontresina, and he laughed with delight as he recounted. "Vorty maybe der vas, vifty der vas, mit der diligence vlying along; und der brittiest of all I catch; he vill come at my nose"
In this useless strife I will say a last word, which I hope will be for life. You shall never be the husband of my daughter! You can never be united." Marie and Moritz sprang from their knees, laying their hands in each other's, and looked what words could not have better expressed "We are inseparable, nothing can disunite us but death!"
And so Philip now came over to Halle; was met and welcomed by his two friends, Joachim and Moritz, at Naumburg, a stage before Halle; clear now to make his submission, and beg pardon of the Kaiser, according to bargain. On the morrow, 19th June, 1547, the Papers were got signed.
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