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Falkenberg frowned. "There is something between us greater than personal enmity," he retorted fiercely. "My personal enemy I would deal with in such a manner as I make no doubt would commend itself to your scruples. Julien Portel is more than that. He is the enemy of my country. Upon him, therefore, I shall have no mercy." "I will not argue with you," she replied.
"Yet you should remember that the man against whose cherished schemes your articles are directed is the man whom I have more cause to hate than any other in the world." "Herr Freudenberg," he murmured. "Prince Adolf Rudolf von Falkenberg," she corrected him. "Do you know the story of my married life?" "I have never heard it," he told her. "I will spare you the details," she continued.
Why, the knights of Rheinstein and Falkenberg alone will loot them before they are out of our sight. If they think to avoid those rovers by hugging our shore, their mistake will be apparent before they have gone far." Roland gazed at the approaching craft, and instantly remembered that he was responsible for its appearance on the Rhine.
Luckily I was able to show her the brooch; it was a beautiful piece of old work; I had bought it of one of the maids at Hersat. "Fruen wouldn't have it," said Emma. "I wouldn't have it myself." "Not if you got me into the bargain, Emma, what?" And I forced myself to jest again. Emma goes off. I try drawing out Falkenberg again. Falkenberg was sharp enough at times to understand people.
Falkenberg lit the pipe and went swaggering up with it indoors. But he put in a word for me too, and got them to give me supper and coffee in the kitchen. I found a place to sleep in the barn. I woke up in the night, and there was Falkenberg standing close by, and calling me by name. The full moon shone right in, and I could see his face. "What's the matter now?" "Here's your pipe.
Falkenberg's weather-beaten face grew quite handsome with pleasure; I felt proud of him when he answered modestly that he thought himself it was a little better now. Either he had gained by his experience in tuning already, or Fruen was grateful to him for not having spoiled the grand piano. Falkenberg dressed up in my town clothes every evening.
It was a bit of a change for us all on the place the first time we could draw water from a tap, and we were none the worse for something new to talk about for a while. Lars Falkenberg had left us. He and I had got rid of all disagreement between us at the last, and were as we had been in the old days when we were mates and tramped the roads together.
Falkenberg was still jealous, so I took out the workbox, chose the shell I wanted, and picked it off and gave him the box. After that we were friends again. It was getting dark now, and there was no moon. Suddenly we heard the sound of a concertina from a house up on a hillside; we could see there was dancing within, from the way the light came and went like a lighthouse beam.
"I do not intend," Falkenberg declared, in a low, firm tone, "to have you back, a member of any English Government. I prefer Carraby and such as he." "You flatter me!" Julien remarked grimly. "Not in the least," Falkenberg objected. "You know the position as well as I. The political party of which you are a member is in power for a long time.
"Let me lie inside, against the wall," I begged. "And what about me?" "It won't hurt you; you can lie outside all right." "And let her come and take me first? Not if I know it." And at that Falkenberg lay down again and pulled the rug over his eyes. I thought for a moment of going down to sleep with Petter; he was getting better now, and there was no fear of infection.
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