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The apparatus had been designed by a man who had worked on his estate some time back. As to its value, he would not express any opinion. Captain Falkenberg. The Lensmand and I looked at each other. "Well, what do you say now?" he asked. "That the Captain, at any rate, is innocent." "Ho! D'you know what I think?" Pause. The Lensmand playing Lensmand from top to toe, unravelling schemes and plots.
In time he forgot everything but what he had to say, and it was rapture to be able to say it, and to feel that never before had he said it so well. His back was towards the inn, but through some trees Miss Calthea could see that Mr. Petter's spring wagon, drawn by the two grays, Stolzenfels and Falkenberg, was at the door, and soon she perceived that Mr.
Fruen thinks for a bit and then says: "Elisabeth's in town. You might take a parcel in for her something she's forgotten." That gives me the address! I thought to myself. "But I've got to get it ready first." "Then Froken Elisabeth might be gone again before I got there?" "Oh no, she's with Fru Falkenberg, and they're staying in town for the week." This was grand news, joyous news.
"Where's Colonel Quinton?" he asked. "She ought to be taking a turn in the sack, now." "She's taking one," Major Falkenberg told him. "General Mordkovitz chased her off to bed a couple of hours ago, called me in to take her place, and then went out to replace me. Colonel Guilliford's in the hospital; got hit about thirteen hundred. They're afraid he's going to lose a leg." More reports came in.
I woke, dripping with sweat, and lay there with open eyes, watching the corpse as it vanished quite slowly in the dark of the room. "It's the corpse," I groaned. "Come to ask for her thumbnail." Falkenberg sat straight up in bed, wide awake all at once. "I saw her," he said. "Did you see her, too? Did you see her thumb? Ugh!" "I wouldn't be in your shoes now for anything."
When Falkenberg had finished and came out, he was grown so elegant in his manners all at once, and talked in such a delicate fashion, I could hardly understand him. The daughter of the house came out with him. We were to pass on without delay, he said, to the farm adjacent; there was a piano there which needed some slight attention. And so "Farvel, Froken, Farvel."
Deeply disappointed, with a number of the men grumbling savagely, they were compelled to withdraw empty handed, warned by approaching shouts that the garrison was returning, so the men crawled away as they had come, and made for the river, where on this occasion the boat already awaited them. The lord of Falkenberg proved as moderate in his exactions as the men of Rheinstein.
"Do you imagine that you can continue to use the methods of other generations with impunity? The thing is absurd. There are too many who know already the secret of Herr Freudenberg, maker of toys! There are too many who will know, also, before long, the secret of the explosion in the Rue de Montpelier!" Falkenberg nodded gravely. "I understand," he admitted.
Watch that corner of the viaduct." They were traveling now at a terrific speed, falling fast to the level country. Before them was a high bridge, crossing the river. On the left, a portion of it was being repaired and a few boards alone were up for protection. Falkenberg, recognizing the spot for which he had been looking, settled down in his seat. A grim smile parted his lips.
As it happened, there was a chance for us to make ourselves useful the moment we came on the place. They were getting up a new flagstaff, and were short of hands. We set to work and got it up in fine style. There was a crowd of women looking on from the window. Was Captain Falkenberg at home? No. Or Fruen? Fruen came out.
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