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By the time she had dressed herself sufficiently to run downstairs he was gone. She started in pursuit, and rushing out into the road, came almost directly upon the arrested tramcar and the small knot of people picking up Razumov. That much Tekla had told me herself one afternoon we happened to meet at the door of the hospital, and without any kind of comment.
"You forgive me, then, Hermann?" "Must I not, little Hans? You are all that is left me of the blood. True, I swore that if ever I saw you again I should curse you." The two stood back from each other, but with arms still entwined. "Perhaps, Hans, I did not watch you closely enough in those days." "And what has become of the principal cause?" "The cause?" "Tekla." "Bah!
There is nothing else for us, and no hope anywhere, unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless all these people with names are done away with," she finished, blinking and pursing up her lips. "It will be easier to call you Tekla, as you direct me," said Razumov, "if you consent to call me Kirylo, when we are talking like this quietly only you and me."
Bad breaths coming from decayed teeth and from stomachs sour with drink were freely blown about and without apologies. Indeed, apologies about anything were small features at all times. There was no particular provision for the maid. Gard scarcely knew where or how she slept. Tekla dressed with unconcern in the kitchen and in the hall.
In Villa Elsa the Herr quarreled with the Frau, each quarreled with the children, they quarreled with Tekla, and she took it out on the dogs. It was not disputing among self-respecting equals, but ill-humored domineering over those who were confessedly underneath.
Hans spoke of a girl called Tekla." "Tekla? Ah, yes; Hans was in love with that doll-face." "Doll-face or not, Hans evidently loved her. She jilted him, and he did not care then what happened. His one desire was to leave Dreiberg. And this Gipsy brought the means and the opportunity." "Not Jugendheit?" "Who knows? Hans followed the band of Gipsies into the mountains.
His mistake had been to disturb his own household. Had it been another household, little heed would have been given. Soldiers had to be. Tekla was to fulfill her highest mission as a German servant girl. She was to become a just and constituent part of the swelling Empire. Frau's ideas and information on the subject provided Gard's journal with some more condensed material.
It was a fact that Tekla, looking out of her window at five in the morning, for some reason or other, had beheld Razumov in the grounds of the Chateau Borel, standing stockstill, bare-headed in the rain, at the foot of the terrace. She had screamed out to him, by name, to know what was the matter. He never even raised his head.
Wouldn't you have thought he would have more sense than this right here at home break up my service? He let her get him into the mess. I have no doubt it was her doings my poor Rudi. We have sent him away for a couple of days. I told Tekla to go be off. And she was out on the street like that with her bundle of belongings under her arm. And here I am with no servant.
Only he, Hans Grumbach, knew and one other. And that other, who? Fat, Tekla was fat; and he had treasured the fair picture of her youth these long years! Well, there was an end to that. Little fat Tekla, to have nearly overturned a duchy, and never a bit the wiser! And then Hans became aware of voices close at hand, for he sat near the bar. "Yes, Fräu, he is at work in the grand duke's vineyards.
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