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Now his eyes met hers, his large, dark, flaming eyes which had so often looked into her own and pleaded for him in his childhood, and all doubts vanished. "Hartmut, Hartmut Falkenried! You!" She stopped suddenly, for Wallmoden laid his hand heavily, very heavily, on her arm, and said sharply: "You are in error, Regine, we do not know this gentleman."
Falkenried shook his head and sighed heavily. "One cannot bury such memories; they are forever rising from their supposed sepulchres, and just now " he broke off suddenly. "Just now; what do you mean?" "Nothing; let us speak of other things. You have been in Burgsdorf since day before yesterday; how long do you expect to remain?" "About two weeks.
Now as Adelheid entered the room, fully equipped for her journey, he turned to her and offered his arm to escort her to the carriage. After he had helped her in it, Wallmoden entered, and as the coachman cracked his whip, said: "We'll be back to-morrow without fail good-bye." Falkenried bowed and stepped back.
There was a short pause, then the stranger said: "Take me to his widow; tell her it is Colonel von Falkenried." Stadinger led the way, and a tall figure wrapped in a military cloak followed him; the man watching on the stairs could only recognize the contour of the figure.
Do you understand?" Will was silent as requested. It was the first time in his life that he had been catechised so sharply and had received so severe a lecture. At this moment his uncle Wallmoden, just back from a walk, entered the room. "I hear Falkenried has come already?" he said to his sister. "Yes," she answered. "He came immediately upon receipt of my letter."
General von Falkenried, who had been giving various orders, now turned to his officers and gave the signal to move forward. At that moment a rider came dashing down the main street at a mad galop. His noble horse was covered with sweat and froth, and his flanks were bleeding from the sharp spurs which had been pressed into his side.
"I come to you to-day in the name of my former client," continued the counsellor. "She has authorized me have I your permission to speak freely?" He glanced at the diplomat, but Falkenried answered shortly: "Herr von Wallmoden is my friend, and knows all about this affair. So you may speak freely." "Very well.
Falkenried stood at the window in his own room; even this fatal accident had not moved him from his icy calm; he had long looked upon death as a happy release. Life was hard, very hard but not death. He gazed out into the silent winter night. The whole northern sky was aglow with the dark red flame which started out of the darkness like a sheet of fire.
And with these words the persevering man folded her in his arms with affectionate tenderness. The sun shone down warm and bright on the meadow land and penetrated even into the forest depths. It fell across the pathway of General von Falkenried and his son and daughter, who were sauntering along under the high firs on the way which led to Burgsdorf.
The change was a welcome one to the ambassador, who was here, as elsewhere, the diplomat, and disliked nothing more than unnecessary candor and straightforwardness, and who would never have thought of giving all this information to Falkenried, had not the danger of his friend learning it elsewhere been very great. Now no matter what happened, he could say to the father, "I told you. I warned you."
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