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Of these, thirty-five agree to the appointment of Kuzman for the purpose we have spoken of. Six are against it. One paper I will read to you. The writer has not troubled to put 'Yes' or 'No. This is what I find: "Falkenberg has served his Emperor and his country to the whole extent of his will and his capacity. He has given his life to make his country great.
I've heard no more about it since that day." It mattered little after all about the Captain. When Falkenberg had taken a deal of wine, I asked him if he knew where Fruen was staying in town. No, but Emma might, perhaps. We get hold of Emma, treat her to wine, talk a lot of nonsense, and work gradually round to the point; at last asking in a delicate way. No, Emma didn't know the address.
CAPTAIN. Near twelve leagues. THEKLA. And which the way? CAPTAIN. You go by Tirschenreut And Falkenberg, through our advanced posts. THEKLA Who Is their commander? CAPTAIN. Colonel Seckendorf. THEKLA. You have beheld me in my agony, And shown a feeling heart. A small memorial of this hour. Now go! Princess The captain lingers, and is about to speak.
But Falkenberg was no marvel of a horseman, for all his leg; he clutched the bell-strap first, then slithered forward and hung on with both arms round the horse's neck. I caught a glimpse of one of his legs against the sky as he fell off. Fortunately, there was no great danger waiting us after all; only a young couple out sweethearting.
"I wish I'd thought to ask if he'd a nephew in America." "What then? Could you talk English to them if he had?" "You mind your own business, and don't talk so much," said Falkenberg. "I don't see what you've got to brag about, anyway." He was nervous and out of temper, and began stepping out. Then suddenly he stopped and said: "I'll do it. Lend me that pipe of yours again. I won't light it."
The Captain went over to Falkenberg and said: "I want you to drive the ladies tomorrow; they're going some way, and Petter's not well enough, it seems. Do you think you could?" "Surely," said Falkenberg; "and welcome." "Frokenen's going back to the vicarage," said the Captain, as he turned to go. "You'll have to be out by six o'clock."
She's going to meet her husband." I strolled up to the reservoir again. Grindhusen away meant one man less; why, then, the rest of us must work so much the harder. But I had already come to realize that Fru Falkenberg had only silenced me with a false excuse when she declared she was going to meet her husband. What matter?
There comes a forcedness, a play of jerky effort and grimaces, the fight against those younger than ourselves, and envy. "Froken...." I ask this of her now with all my heart. "Froken, couldn't you ring up Fru Falkenberg and get her to come round here now?" She thinks for a moment. "Yes, we will," she says generously. We go out to the telephone, ring up the Victoria: Fruen is there.
"You're not going up, are you?" I asked. "You can go yourself," said Falkenberg sourly. "Here, take your rags of things." But a little way farther on he slackened his pace, and muttered: "It's a wicked shame to throw away a chance like that. Why, it's just cut out for us as it is." "Well, then, why don't you go up and pay them a call? Who knows, you might be some relation after all."
"There is a plainer issue before us. In passing my threshold you have broken your word of honor. What do you want?" "I want Julien Portel!" Madame Christophor shrugged her shoulders. "You have wanted him for some little time." "Never so badly as at this instant," Falkenberg declared bitterly. "He has set all Europe in a ferment with those infernal letters. He knows too much.
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