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Henrica accompanied him to the stairs to see Georg once more, but as soon as she heard his voice, turned defiantly away and went back to her sister. The musician found Junker von Dornburg engaged in an eager conversation with Nicolas. "No, no, my boy," said the German cordially, "my way cannot be yours." "I am seventeen years old."
Maria felt the blood again mounting into her cheeks, but she did not wish to blush and answered hastily: "Standing still is retrograding, so you have lost three beautiful years, Herr von Dornburg."
Maria felt the blood again mounting into her cheeks, but she did not wish to blush and answered hastily: "Standing still is retrograding, so you have lost three beautiful years, Herr von Dornburg."
The travellers were received at the Hohenort Gate by Captain Van Duivenvoorde, preceded by an old sergeant, carrying a lantern, who opened the gate. The captain embraced his brave, beloved comrade, Dornburg; a few farewell words and god-speeds echoed softly from the fortification walls, and the trio stepped forth into the open country. For a time they walked silently through the darkness.
Nicolas showed the captain his treasure, and then exclaimed: "Now forward, Junker von Dornburg, I know where we shall find them; and you, Captain Van Duivenvoorde, tell the burgomaster and Janus Dousa what has become of me." A week had elapsed since Henrica's flight, and with it a series of days of severe privation.
He drank to Meister Aquanus as eagerly and gaily as ever, exclaiming: "To old times and our friend, Georg von Dornburg." "With all my heart," replied the landlord. "We haven't heard of his bold deeds and expeditions for a long time." "Of course! The fermenting wine is now clear. Dornburg is in the English service, and four weeks ago I met him as a member of her British Majesty's navy in London.
The latter turned with upraised beaker towards the Thuringian and, as the Junker who had relapsed into his reverie, did not notice the movement, irritably exclaimed: "Well, Herr Dornburg, you require a long time to pledge a man." Georg started and answered hastily: "Pledge? Oh! yes. Pledge. I pledge you, Colonel!"
But Maria longed to reach home, and when she said she must go, Aquanus offered his company. Georg von Dornburg was standing in the entry and stepped back with a respectful bow, but the innkeeper called to him, saying: "There is much to be done to-day, for many a man will doubtless indulge himself in a glass of liquor after the good news.
Not finding the situation to his liking, Bernadotte left Davout to defend himself as best he could and, going down the Saale, he settled himself at Dornburg where, although he came across no enemies, he could see from the elevated position which he occupied, the desperate battle being fought by the gallant Davout some two leagues away.
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.
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