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She adjusted a pair of horn spectacles, and peered at him. 'Guten Abend, she murmured. 'You don't remember me Vroomkely. He used the old childish diminutive of Abraham, though he had almost forgotten he owned the name in full. 'Vroomkely, she gasped, almost overturning her wheel as she sprang to hug him in her skinny arms.
"How do you mean 'warn us'?" asked Frank. "Vell he means to win dis race. I know dot he has bet a lot of money on himself. Den also the manufacturers of der Buzzard will make a lot of money already if der Buzzard wins der cup. If she does not abend, dey lose. Yah, der is a lot to vin and much to lose for der Buzzard, and dot Frenchman vill do anything to make sure of vinning."
We were just lighting our cigars when we heard voices and the splash of oars, followed by a bump against the hull which made Davies wince, as violations of his paint always did. 'Guten Abend; wo fahren Sie bin? greeted us as we climbed on deck. It turned out to be some jovial fishermen returning to their smack from a visit to Sonderburg.
Very much of the charm of Switzerland belongs to simple things to greetings from the herdsmen, the 'Guten Morgen, and 'Guten Abend, that are invariably given and taken upon mountain paths; to the tame creatures, with their large dark eyes, who raise their heads one moment from the pasture while you pass; and to the plants that grow beneath your feet.
They bowed very politely to Mr. George and to Rollo as they passed. "Guten abend," said they. These are the German words for "Good evening." "Guten abend," said both Mr. George and Rollo in reply. The girls thus passed by and went on their way down the mountain. "Where have they been?" asked Mr. George.
He was barely able to talk, and just prior to my leaving he insisted upon scrawling upon his visiting card, "Zur freundlichen Errinerung, auf einen sehr späten Abend."
The mystery of rhythm and associated energy and blood tingling in sympathy is here. It lies at the root of man's most tyrannous instinctive impulses. It was past one when we reached home, and now a meditative man might well have gone to bed. But no one thinks of sleeping on Sylvester Abend.
No one can stare as rudely as Schilsky, and he ended by making her so uncomfortable that she couldn't bear it any longer, and went out of the hall. He after her, and it didn't take him an hour to find out all about her. The next evening, at an ABEND, they were both there again it was just like Louise to go! and the same thing was repeated.
It is but the expedient of those who cannot etch sensation by the burin of their art of words. It is ten o'clock upon Sylvester Abend, or New Year's Eve. Herr Buol sits with his wife at the head of his long table. His family and serving folk are round him. There is his mother, with little Ursula, his child, upon her knee.
He was returning one night to his lodgings in the residential part of the city, and, in opening the door with his pass-key, perceived in the rear of the hall his handmaiden Trudschen, attended by the usual blue or yellow or red shadow. He was passing by them with the local 'n' Abend! on his lips when the soldier turned his face and saluted. The consul stopped. It was the cherub Karl in uniform!
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