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Updated: June 25, 2025
Wilhelm must certainly have looked anything but well-clad, for as he stood in old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten's spacious, stately hall, the steward Belotti received him as patronizingly as if he were a beggar.
"If the devil himself isn't afraid of her and wants to fetch her, I'll pay for his post-horses. But the girl, the sick girl?" "Herr Belotti begs me to persuade de Bont to visit her again. Are you on friendly terms with the doctor?"
"Dismiss you from my service?" "With your excellenza's permission, yes from your service." The old woman started, clasped her hands tightly upon her fan, and said: "You are irritable, Belotti." "No, Padrona, but I am old and dread the misfortune of being ill in this house." Fraulein Van Hoogstraten shrugged her shoulders and turning to her maid, cried: "The sedan-chair, Denise.
"This mild saint in long woman's robes doesn't look as if he could grasp anything strongly" thought Wilhelm, "yet his hands are callous and have toiled hard." When Belotti entered the room and saw the sleeping priest, he carefully pushed a pillow under his head and beckoned to Wilhelm to follow him into the entry. "We won't grudge him a little rest," said the Italian.
The Junker grasped his sword, but soon removed his hand from the hilt, for it was Belotti, who came out and greeted the signorina. Henrica followed him into the house and there talked with him in a low tone, until Georg called her, saying: "Fraulein Van Hoogstraten, may I ask for a word of farewell?" "Farewell, Herr von Dornburg!" she answered distantly, but advanced a step towards him.
Shortly after the arrival of the city messengers, a Spanish envoy had brought Burgomaster Van der Werff a letter written by Junker Nicolas Matanesse, containing nothing but the tidings, that Henrica's sister had reached Leyderdorp with Belotti and found shelter in the elder Baron Matanesse's farm-house. She was very ill, and longed to see her sister.
Wilhelm lacked courage to seek to withhold the steward from carrying out his plan, but Damianus summoned up his resolution, laid his hand on the old man's shoulder, and said: "If you wait here a few weeks more, Belotti, you will find the true rest, the peace of a good conscience. The crown of life is promised to those, who are faithful, unto death.
Pray go on with your story, Belotti; I won't interrupt you again. What had the child done, that her own father " "He is the wildest of all the wild Hoogstratens. Perhaps you may have seen men like him in Italy in this country you might seek long for such a hurricane.
"I'm sorry for the young lady in your house, Herr Peter," cried the notary, it would be easier to get sparks from rye-bread, than such a sum from the debt-laden poor devil. The daughter's portion will be curtailed by the father; that's what I call bargaining between relations." "What can be in the casket?" asked the notary. "There it is," cried Van Hout. "Bring it here, Belotti."
Sickness in the house, perhaps contagious sickness, perhaps the plague." "It seems to be only a fever," replied the Italian soothingly. "Come, Denise, we will carry the young lady to the bed. "The doctor will soon be here." "The doctor?" cried the old lady, striking her fan on the marble top of the table. "Who permitted you, Belotti "
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