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One turn after another he counted, fixing as well as he could the topography of the town through which they were passing. At last he realized that they were leaving Dreiberg behind and were going down the mountain on the north side, toward Jugendheit. Once the level road was reached, a fast pace was set and maintained for miles.
As he passed through the last grove of pines and came into the clearing the picture was exquisite; the three majestic bergs of ice and snow above Dreiberg, the city shining white and fairylike in the mid-morning's sun, and the long, half-circling ribbon of a road. He sighed, and the horse cocked his ears at the sound. No longer did Carmichael take the south pass for his morning rides.
Steinbock himself was a polished, amiable gentleman, in no wise meriting this ill-feeling. The embassy was in all manner the most important in Dreiberg, though Prussia and Austria overshadowed it in wealth and prestige. At this moment the people gazed at the house less in rancor than in astonishment. The king of Jugendheit was to marry her serene highness!
She was angry. "How dare you touch me like that?" Something in her glance, which was singularly arrogant, cooled even the warm-blooded Hermann. "But you live in Dreiberg and ought to know." "You could have told me without bruising my arm," defiantly. "I am sorry if I hurt you, but you ought to have known better.
The afternoon glow of the September sun burned along the dusty white highway. From where he stood the road trailed off miles behind and wound up five hundred feet or more above him to the ancient city of Dreiberg. It was not a steep road, but a long and weary one, a steady, enervating, unbroken climb.
She has been in Dreiberg for a month, dying, and I have often stolen out to see her." She let her tears fall unrestrained. The duke stared at the rug. Presently he said: "Let her be buried in consecrated ground. Wrong or right, that chapter is closed, my child, and I am glad you made her last moments happy. It was like you. It was like your mother. What is in the letter, Herbeck?"
I saw that my case was hopeless, so I fled to Paris. I wrote Herbeck once while there. He believed that I was innocent. I have his letter yet. He has a great heart, Ludwig, and he has done splendid work for Ehrenstein." "He keeps a steady hand on the duke." "But you, what are you doing in Dreiberg, in this guise?" Herr Ludwig sat upon the counter and clasped a knee.
"Captain?" "You, Hans?" "Yes. Where are you going?" "I am weary of Dreiberg, so I am taking a little vacation." "For how long?" suspiciously. "Oh, for ever so long!" evasively. And Carmichael lifted his feet to the opposite seat and prepared to go to sleep. Hans said nothing more. He was full of wisdom. He had an idea.
"Count, Herr Carmichael tells me that he is soon to leave Dreiberg." "Ah!" There was satisfaction in Herbeck's ejaculation, satisfaction of a frank order. But there was a glint of admiration in his eyes as he recognized the challenge in Carmichael's. He saw that he must step carefully in regard to this hot-headed young Irishman. "We shall miss Herr Carmichael."
Hans spoke of a girl called Tekla." "Tekla? Ah, yes; Hans was in love with that doll-face." "Doll-face or not, Hans evidently loved her. She jilted him, and he did not care then what happened. His one desire was to leave Dreiberg. And this Gipsy brought the means and the opportunity." "Not Jugendheit?" "Who knows? Hans followed the band of Gipsies into the mountains.
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