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He at once opened up his sudden romantic passion. "All night I have walked the streets," he said, "dreaming of you." When he had fully informed her of the state of his love-maddened mind toward her, he went on to his most congenial topic himself. "You have heard of the Freiherr von Feuerstein, the great soldier?" he asked her. Lena had never heard of him.
I forget my enemies. Exit Carl Feuerstein, soldier of fortune, man of the world. A sensitive heart that was crushed by the cruelty of men and the kindness of women has ceased to beat. P. S. DEAR. MR. KONIGSMARCK Please send a copy of the above to the newspapers, English as well as German. The magistrate beamed his kindliest upon Hilda. "The charge against you is absurd. Your arrest was a crime.
Feuerstein advanced impressively and bowed first over Brauner's hand, then over Mrs. Brauner's. "I am not a friend of this young man," he said with the dignity of a Hoheit. "I have come here to propose for the honor of your daughter's hand in marriage." Mr. Feuerstein noted the stupefied expression of the delicatessen dealer and his wife, and glanced from Otto to Hilda with a triumphant smile.
In answer to Peter's look of inquiry, he said: "I came about your son-in-law, Mr. Feuerstein." "Who are you? Who told you?" asked Peter, wilting into a chair. "They told me at the theater." Peter gave a sort of groan. "It's out!" he cried, throwing up his thick, short arms. "Everybody knows!" Shrewd Otto saw the opening. "I don't think so," he replied, "at least not yet.
But Travis knew that Peter wished him to stay. "I needn't enlarge on our client Mr. Feuerstein. You know he's an actor. You know how they crave notoriety. You know how eager the newspapers are to take up and make a noise about matters of this kind." Peter was sweating profusely, and had to seat himself. "It's outrageous!" he groaned in German.
Feuerstein had begun to educate her. Sophie's unobserved look changed to resentment. "Of course he's not equal to Mr. Feuerstein," she said. "But he's a very nice fellow at least for an ordinary girl." Sophie's father was an upholsterer, and not a good one. He owned no tenements was barely able to pay the rent for a small corner of one. Thus her sole dower was her pretty face and her cunning.
He assumed that Albers had invited him, took a chair from another table and seated himself. Social courage is one of the rarest forms of courage. Albers grew red but did not dare insult such a fine-looking fellow who seemed so hearty and friendly. He surlily introduced Feuerstein to his friends two women and two men.
A customer came in, and while Hilda was busy Mr. Feuerstein went to the rear counter. On a chopping block lay a knife with a long, thin blade, ground to a fine edge and a sharp point. He began to play with it, and presently, with a sly, almost insane glance to assure himself that she was not seeing, slipped it into the right outside pocket of his coat.
Lena could not begin, so intent was she upon examining her rival. "How plain she's dressed," she thought, "and how thin and black she is!" But it was in vain; she could not deceive her rising jealousy. It made her forget her father's instructions, forget that she was supposed to hate Feuerstein and was getting rid of him. "I am Mrs.
As he came in he gave Feuerstein a look which said plainly: "And who are you, and how long are you going to intrude yourself?" But Feuerstein, absorbed in the role he had so carefully thought out, did not note his unconscious father-in-law's face. He extended both his hands and advanced grandly upon fat, round Peter. "My father!" he exclaimed in his classic German.
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