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But now Damie suddenly emancipated himself; one fine Sunday he exhibited to his sister some money he had received as an earnest from Scheckennarre, of Hirlingen, to whom he had hired himself out as a farmhand. "If you had spoken to me about it first," said Barefoot, "I could have told you of a better place.
Then she thought of old Farmer Rodel, who had promised to remember her in his will; could he be induced to give her now what he intended to give her later on, even if it should be less? Then again, it occurred to her that perhaps Scheckennarre, who was now getting on especially well, might be induced to contribute something. She said nothing to Damie about all this.
But you are right; look, if you like, I'll go this very day to Scheckennarre and tell him that my heart doesn't cherish a single hard thought against him." "You need not do that that would be too much. But because you listen to reason, I will help you all I can." "It would be best if you went with me." "No, I can't do that I don't know why, but I can't.
But, as might have been anticipated, he came back empty-handed; for the first thing Scheckennarre did was to ask how much Farmer Rodel himself was going to give, and when he heard that Rodel, for the present, was not going to give anything, his course, too, was clear and he followed it.
This was a good chance for old Rodel; he could now give his natural hardness the appearance of benevolence and prudent forethought. Accordingly he declared to Barefoot that he would not give her one farthing now, for he did not want to be responsible for her ruining herself for that brother of hers. Barefoot then begged him to be her advocate with Scheckennarre.
There's only one thing I'm sorry about and that is that I must go away without playing Scheckennarre a trick that he'd remember to the end of his days." "That's the true braggart's way! That's the real way to ruin!" cried Barefoot; "to go off and leave a feeling of revenge behind one! Look, over yonder lie our parents. Come with me come with me to their graves and say that again there if you can.
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