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Moritz." "Are his days as guide ended?" "Unfortunately, yes. I believe he is as active as ever; but people won't credit it. And you cannot blame them. When one's safety depends on a man who may have to cling to an ice covered rock like a fly to a window-pane, one is apt to distrust a crooked leg." "Did he have an accident?" The manager hesitated. "It is part of his sad history," he said.
I cannot be master of my house. Oh, oh! what pain!" "Stay, Philip," whispered Marie, as she again leaned toward Moritz. "They wish to sell me and force me to a hated marriage. Do not yield! save me!" "You are mine, Marie; you have sworn to me eternal constancy, and no one can compel you to marry if you do not wish to."
He came there, nevertheless, every day, but at his own time; besides, the hotels were full to overflowing, and it was very easy to lose one's self in the crowd. To tell the truth, when Count Abel Larinski came to Saint Moritz he was far less occupied with Mlle. Moriaz than with a certain illustrious chemist.
The doctor declared that the baths at St. Moritz had cured Miss Julia. Miss Julia declined to agree with the doctor. "Come into the garden with Emily and me," Cecilia said. "Emily and you don't know what it is to be ill," Julia answered. The two girls left her, and joined the young people who were amusing themselves in the garden.
They had not gone more than a few paces when the driver of an empty carriage pulled up his vehicle and handed Bower a telegram. "They gave it to me at St. Moritz, Herr Bower," he said. "I took a message there for Herr Spencer, and they asked me to bring this to you, as it would reach you more quickly than if it came by the post." Bower thanked the man, and opened the envelop.
A beautiful carpet of brilliant colors covered the middle of the dirty floor, and upon this paced to and fro the strange occupant of this strange room, Philip Charles Moritz, conrector of the college attached to the Gray Monastery. There was no trace of the bearing and demeanor which distinguished him at the parade at Potsdam yesterday no trace of the young elegant, dressed in the latest fashion.
She dreaded going back to it now, though she knew it was but just and fitting to leave Willibald and his wife alone, and she had the courage to do what was right. She heard the door open and turned to see the head forester enter the room. "Moritz, you here?" she said, surprised. "It was very sensible of you to come."
Suddenly Billy raised herself, stood before Moritz white and erect, brushed the hair from her forehead, while the moonlight rested on her face, which seemed queerly pale and calm, and said in almost a matter-of-fact tone, "Will you come along, Moritz?" "Where to, Billy!" "I must go to him, you can see that; I left him once before. He can't stay there alone in that terrible room.
P.S. Try, if possible, to be back from your intended journeys by the end of September, so that we may meet after Carlsruhe. I hope to be quite free on September 24th. I returned from St. Moritz a little sooner than I had thought; of my intention to that effect, I believe I wrote to you before. Your last letter was forwarded to me punctually.
The driver, a fine looking old man, with massive features and curling gray hair that reminded her of Michelangelo's head of Moses, knowing the nationality of his fare, resolutely refused to speak any other language than English. He would jerk round, flourish his whip, and cry: "Dissa pless St. Moritz Bad; datta pless St. Moritz Dorp."
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