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Updated: May 1, 2025
Maurice was alone; every one he knew disappeared, even Furst, who had obtained a holiday engagement in a villa near Dresden. An odd stillness reigned in the BRAUSTRASSE and its neighbourhood; from houses which had hitherto been clangrous with musical noises, not a sound issued.
You have no idea how changeable he is how impossible to live with." Maurice hastened to reassure her. Krafft did not speak; he stood at the window, with his back to them, his forehead pressed against the glass. So Maurice continued to live in the BRAUSTRASSE, under the despotic rule of Frau Krause, who took every advantage of his good-nature.
"No one will know. And even if they do, I'm leaving, and it won't matter." And so she pulled her hat further over her face, and brisked up her steps in the direction of the BRAUSTRASSE a street which she disliked, and never entered if she could avoid it.
Finally, plucking up courage, she inquired the way of a feather-hatted woman, who had eyed her with an inquisitive stare. It turned out that the BRAUSTRASSE was just round the corner; she had perhaps been in the street already, without knowing it; and now she found it, and the house, without difficulty. The street-door was still open; or she would never have been bold enough to ring.
As it was, he soon induced his friend to study in a more methodical way; they practised for the same number of hours in the forenoon, and met in the afternoon; and Krafft only sometimes broke through this arrangement, by appearing in the BRAUSTRASSE early in the morning, and, despite remonstrance, throwing himself on the sofa, and remaining there, while Maurice practised.
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