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Belotti, after the death of the young girl's father, who had seen and blessed Anna again, went to Italy with her, where she lived as superior of a secular institution, where music was cultivated with special devotion. Barbara did not appear among the guests. She had plenty to do in the kitchen.
"I was, Wilhelm, I was; but last Friday we had some sharp words about the new morions, and now the learned demi-god demands an apology from me, but to sound a retreat isn't written here " "Oh, my dear sir," cried Belotti, with touching earnestness. "The poor child is lying helpless in a raging fever. If Heaven has blessed you with children "
"It is nothing serious," said Wilhelm, "but the fresh air will probably do me good. Thanks for your story, Belotti." By Georg Ebers On the afternoon of the sixteenth of May, Burgomaster Van der Werff's wife was examining chests and boxes.
When these sad days are over, it will be easy to smooth the way to your home. We shall meet again towards noon, Belotti. If my assistance is necessary, send for me; old Ambrosius knows where to find me. May God's blessing rest upon you, and if you will accept it from me, on you also, Meister Wilhelm."
But Belotti appeared, and now she was once more at home, her friend and sister were standing beside her bed, and Henrica encouraged her to hope for her father's forgiveness. It was past midnight, yet Georg still awaited his friend's return.
Even where by your leave there is a crack in the brain, it rarely happens to only one member of a family. My mistress has more of her French mother's nature. But I intended to speak only of the signorina, and am wandering too far from my subject." "No, Belotti, certainly not, we have plenty of time, and I shall be glad to listen to you, but first you must answer one question."
With these words he went down the ladder. On reaching the street, he pondered over the words in which he should apologize to Doctor Bontius, with a face as sour as if he had wormwood in his mouth; but his eyes and bearded lips smiled. His learned friend made the apology easy for him, and when Belotti came home, he found the doctor by the sick girl's bed.
The mother, who had at first refused to extend her love for her neighbor to the young Glipper girl, now found it hard to be deprived of the opportunity to do a good work, and gave expression to these feelings in the sturdy fashion peculiar to her. Belotti was standing in the entry, no longer attired in the silk hose and satin-bordered cloth garments of the steward, but in a plain burgher dress.
The servant who attends to the chambers has left the house, and I've done nothing but go up and down stairs all day. It tries my old legs, and we can expect no quiet night." A single candle lighted the little room. Belotti, who had leaned far back in his chair, opened his clenched hands and slowly began: "I spoke this morning of the Hoogstraten race.
"The chevalier's room isn't fit for my mistress's sick niece," replied Belotti civilly, but resolutely. "Isn't it? And you know exactly?" asked his mistress scornfully. "Go down, Denise, and order the sedan-chair to be brought up. Have you anything more to say, Belotti?" "Yes, Padrona," replied the Italian, in a trembling voice. "I beg your excellenza to dismiss me."
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