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She went up to him, and Otto turned away, unable to bear the sight of that look of love, tenderness and trust. "You must not at least, not right away." She turned to Otto. "Help me, Otto. Explain to him." Heilig tried to put courtesy in his voice as he said to Mr. Feuerstein: "Miss Brauner is right. You'll only wreck her her happiness.
They rose and Casey said, with the roughness of one who is afraid of his inward impulses to gentleness: "Come, lady, get on your things. You're going along with us." "No! No!" she cried in terror, flinging herself into her father's arms. Brauner blazed up. "What do you mean?" he demanded, facing the detectives. "You'll find out soon enough," said Casey in a blustering tone.
Brauner rubbed his head in embarrassment and perplexity. "It's bad very bad. And everything was running so smoothly." Hilda came in. Both men looked at her guiltily. "What is it?" she asked. And if they had not been mere men they would have noticed a change in her face, a great change, very wonderful and beautiful to see. "I came to release you," said Otto.
While Brauner had the universal human failing for attaching too much importance to the department of human knowledge in which he was thoroughly at home, he had the American admiration for learning, for literature, and instead of spelling them with a very small "l," as "practical" men sometimes do with age and increasing vanity, he spelled them with huge capitals, erecting them into a position out of all proportion to their relative importance in the life of the human animal.
Feuerstein's gaze wandered from face to face among the young women, to pause at last upon a dark, handsome, strong-looking daughter of the people. She had coal-black hair that curled about a low forehead. Her eyes were dreamy and stormy. Her mouth was sweet, if a trifle petulant. "And who is she?" he asked. "That's Hilda Brauner," replied Horwitz.
Wielert pointed at a woman sitting just outside the inclosure, with her face half-hid by her hand. A sigh of relief swelled from the crowd. Paul Brauner sobbed. "Why, she's our witness!" exclaimed Hanlon, forgetting himself. The magistrate rapped sharply, and, looking toward the woman, said, "Stand up, Madam. Officer, assist her!" The court officer lifted her to her feet.
Brauner was once more in a good humor. Having agreed to tolerate Mr. Feuerstein, he was already taking a less unfavorable view of him. And Mr. Feuerstein laid himself out to win the owner of three tenements. He talked German politics with him in High-German, and applauded his accent and his opinions.
He enjoyed his comfortable room, but treated his school fellows with a frank cordiality that made him a general favorite. After David left his room Rodney sat down to prepare a lesson in Cicero, when he was interrupted by the entrance through the half open door of a younger boy. "Rodney," he said, "the doctor would like to see you in his office." "Very well, Brauner, I will go down at once."
"She didn't give no trouble." The policeman opened the door. He let Casey, Hilda and O'Rourke pass. He thrust back Brauner and Otto. "No, you don't," he said. "Let us in!" commanded Otto, beside himself with rage. "Not much! Get back!" He had closed the door and was standing between it and them, one hand meaningly upon the handle of his sheathed club.
Feuerstein's going to act." Hilda was bubbling over with delight. Otto sat forgotten in the corner. Mrs. Brauner came bustling, her face rosy from the kitchen fire and her hands moist from a hasty washing. Mr. Feuerstein waited until all were seated in front of him. He then rose and advanced with stately tread toward the clear space.
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