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Updated: June 4, 2025
He was sure she would agree, for she generally took his opinion about the business. "You see, Blasi," said he pompously, "if I were not there to look after things, they would all go to ruin.
"Can you lend me a franc or two; I have just time to do a little business before eleven o'clock, and then I must be back to ring the noon bell; I must try to help father, a little." "No, no, Blasi, I have no francs for you," said Judith decidedly. "It wants three hours yet of being eleven o'clock. Use those big arms of yours, and they'll bring you francs enough."
But I never believed it; I never did, on my honor. Do stand still; it's all right now, and you needn't run away any more." "I'm not going to run away, Blasi, and I thank you for bringing me this good news. But it's not all right you know, on account of Marx." "Marx!" cried Blasi, "what of Marx! it doesn't hurt a man to get a good beating.
"You'd better tell him then, that you do it to pay your debts, and that it would be well for him to follow your example. Now you have told me enough. Bring me your shirt on Saturday, and I'll wash it for you." Judith lifted her water-jug and was turning away, but Blasi detained her. "Just wait one moment, I want to ask you a question. Do you think she will have him?"
"You are early," said the post master, who was busy sorting his letters by lamplight. Blasi answered that he had to be at work by sunrise, and having delivered the bag and received the pay for it, he started for home again. He had scarcely gone twenty steps when the post-master called after him, "Hulloa!
And so saying, she lifted her clothes-basket on her head, and walked away. Blasi stood looking after her, a moment, then he sauntered off, with both hands in his pockets, up the road towards, the shoemaker's old house. There sat Jost before the door, hammering away at something as if for dear life. Blasi drew near, and stood watching the busy hands of his friend, who presently cried out angrily,
Blasi is Dietrich's permanent assistant. He is constantly about the house, and is known in the family as Uncle Blasi. As soon as the day's work is over, and the evening sets in, his first question is, "Where are our children?" He never speaks of them in any other way; they are his, his joy and pride.
I'll use two or three of them; tell him you'll pay him again in a week." Blasi seemed rather undecided. "I should have gone to him long ago," he said, "but his mother is always about, and she looks at a fellow as a bird does when somebody is trying to rob her nest. I'm afraid of her." "Poh! it's all right enough to borrow a little money if you're going to pay it back again. Don't be a fool!
Perhaps he has told Jost where he is, and where a letter would reach him." "Yes, but look here, Veronica, are you still thinking about him, all this time?" asked poor Blasi, quite taken aback. "We will not talk about that," she answered curtly. "To tell the truth, I am very anxious about our mother.
I want to hear the whole story, connectedly." "You may be sure I will," said Blasi, weighing the silver piece which Judith had given him affectionately in his hand.
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