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The sentry heard if he did not see the line of crouching figures that passed him like ghosts in the darkness with stealthy steps that must have sounded weird across the night stillness. In a voice huskily vibrant, he challenged, "Wie kom dar?" Getting no reply, he called again twice in louder tones, and then fired his rifle at nothing in particular.
The general frowned, turned away, and went on. "Gott, wie naiv!" * said he angrily, after he had gone a few steps. * "Good God, what simplicity!" Nesvitski with a laugh threw his arms round Prince Andrew, but Bolkonski, turning still paler, pushed him away with an angry look and turned to Zherkov.
Dibb Zane, the "sprinkling contractor," had been at work with the town water-cart since the morning stars were bright, but he might as well have watered the streets with his tears, which, indeed, when the farmers began to come in, bringing their cyclones of dust, he drew nigh unto, after a spell of profanity as futile as his cart. "Tief wie das Meer soll deine Liebe sein,"
And he threw himself upon the ground and wept aloud and sang to a heart-breaking melody in Yiddish. Und hei weh ist mir, Wie schlecht ist doch mir, Ich bin vertrieben geworen Junger held voon dir. Whereof the English runs: Alas! woe is me! How wretched to be Driven away and banished, Yet so young, from thee.
"But it produced one result that I have never wholly lost," he continued self-consciously, "and am grateful for." "Ach! Wie so, denn?" "The constant inner pain threw me headlong into your religious life, so that the whole force of my being seemed to project itself towards the search for a deeper satisfaction a real resting-place for the soul.
And your Mr. Bull's company fits me 'wie die Faust ins Auge. I am neglecting my engagements. I must go off to St. Petersburg." There was no answer. "You agree with me that I had better go?" said Klesmer, with some irritation. "Certainly; if that is what your business and feeling prompt. I have only to wonder that you have consented to give us so much of your time in the last year.
The versification of this was of a much higher Order, being fairly respectable. The air is old, and a familiar one to all college students, and belongs to one of the most common of German household songs: O, Tannenbaum! O, Tannenbaum, wie tru sind deine Blatter! Da gruenst nicht nur zur Sommerseit, Nein, auch in Winter, when es Schneit, etc. which Longfellow has finely translated,
As we plunged more deeply into the wood our spirits rose reaching a point where they burst into song on the part of the three men "O Welt, wie bist du wunderbar!" the lower part of which was piercingly sustained by Herr Langen, who attempted quite unsuccessfully to infuse satire into it in accordance with his "world outlook". They strode ahead and left us to trail after them hot and happy.
Then the leading files found that they were walking on the level. The crest had been gained. With slow steps and bated breath, the open line of skirmishers stole across it. Was it possible that it had been entirely abandoned? Suddenly a raucous shout of 'Wie da? came out of the darkness, then a shot, then a splutter of musketry and a yell, as the Fusiliers sprang onwards with their bayonets.
You have saved her; you have saved me; it is life you bring a new life, Franz," and smiling upon him, her cheeks still wet with tears, she softly sang Tristan's phrase to Kurvenal: "Holder! Treuer! wie soll dir Tristan danken!" Her joy, her ecstasy of gratitude, shone upon him. She was the tutelary goddess of his family.
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