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You had always given the boy too warm a place in your heart, and I thought it better to let you imagine him dead. Have you ever told Falkenried any of your idle speculations concerning him?" "Once I ventured to speak of the past to him. I hoped to break through the icy reserve which he always maintains towards me now.
Frau von Eschenhagen arose at once to fulfil his wish, but as she left the room she murmured half aloud: "If it be not already too late. She blinded the father and made him almost insane once; she has surely done as much for the son by this time." In about ten minutes Hartmut entered; he closed the door behind him, but remained standing near it. Falkenried turned to him.
Falkenried was sentenced to a long imprisonment, but very soon released, for every one recognized that he had only fought to vindicate his wounded honor. In the meantime the suit for divorce had been begun, and a decree obtained; Zalika made no contest, nor did she venture to approach her husband again.
I regret having troubled you about the matter, Herr Major." He bowed himself out with the same cool, indifferent manner with which he had entered. As the door closed upon him, Falkenried sprang up and began pacing excitedly up and down the room; there were a few minutes of oppressive silence, then Wallmoden said, half aloud: "You should not have done that.
All the ungovernable passion of his nature broke out in these words; an unearthly fire gleamed in his eyes, and his hands were clenched; every fiber quivered in wild revolt; he was resolved to fight out this battle with his father to the bitter end. But the burst of anger which he expected did not come. Falkenried looked silently at him, but with a glance of earnest, sad reproof.
But now he could give free rein to his desire for splendor and display, and could talk of fine homes in city and country without thought of the outlay, or any consideration either for the whims of the young wife whose fortune he was spending with so lavish a hand. Perhaps Falkenried thought of all this as he listened to his friend grown almost enthusiastic on the subject, but he said nothing.
It was enough to bring Falkenried to his senses. He tore open the dispatches and learned their contents in a second, then again he was a soldier who thought of nothing but duty.
"Yes, I am, indeed," Adelheid answered earnestly, as she looked reprovingly into the face of the man whose bitterness she could not understand. "I know my brother; he is his father's son in spite of everything and will not break his word." "It is well for you you can still trust and believe; for me such days were over long ago," said Falkenried, scowling, but in a milder tone.
A deep red flame lit up the horizon, but it was no northern light this time, no purple glow to lessen the gloom, it was the signal of war, the deep, blood-red flash such as went up from every village and hamlet in Germany, rousing men to action, waving them on to battle and to death! A single guard stood at one of the lonely outposts Hartmut von Falkenried.
Hartmut Falkenried, like the young heir of Burgsdorf, stood upon the boundary line where boyhood and manhood meet, but it needed only a glance to recognize that he was his friend's superior in every respect. He wore a cadet's uniform which became him well, but yet there was something in his whole appearance which seemed to be at war with the military cut and fit.
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