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Then her mother begins to cry; but she also speaks about that bright land. 'Deed it puzzles me to know where they have learned so much about it, unless it be from your little brown book. And the child has often asked where Frida is. 'I want to hear her sing again, she says." "O Wilhelm, why did you not come for me when she said that?"
"Is it taboo, then, to face the clergy with a Gladstone bag?" Bertram asked quite seriously, in that childlike tone of simple inquiry that Philip had noticed more than once before in him. "Your bonzes object to meet a man with luggage? They think it unlucky?" Frida and Philip looked at one another with quick glances, and laughed.
We got him into our hut, and after a while he became conscious, looked around him, and said 'Frida! Gretchen tried to find out who it was he wished, but could only make out it was a child whom he had left in the Forest; but whether he was still delirious none could tell.
"Just at first," she murmured half-inaudibly, "I used to THINK I loved him. At any rate, I was pleased and flattered he should marry me." "Pleased and flattered!" Bertram exclaimed, more to himself than to her; "great Heavens, how incredible! Pleased and flattered by that man! One can hardly conceive it! But you've never loved him since, Frida.
But he had no time just then to think much of all this, for there sat Frida, tremulous and shivering before his very eyes, trying hard to hide her beautiful white face in her quivering hands, and murmuring over and over again in a very low voice, like an agonised creature, "I couldn't BEAR not to be allowed to say good-bye to you for ever." Bertram smoothed her cheek gently.
"DEAR FRIDA, I have been thinking very specially of you and your friends in the Forest, now that the cold winter days have come, and the snow, I doubt not, is lying thick on the trees and ground.
"As for that matter, so do you, Hans," she replied, for the boy had the musical talent so often found even in German peasants, and taught by Frida could really play with taste on the violin. "O Herr Müller," she said, turning to him, "I wish some day you could hear Hans play; I am sure you would like it. If only he could get lessons! I know he would excel in it."
But it had no such influence on the heart, the kindly heart, of the young wood-cutter as he walked on, bent only on reaching the small hamlet or "Dorf" where stood the hut of the man with whom he sought to hold counsel as to how a search could be instituted in the Forest for the father of little Frida.
"Then what you yourself aim at," Frida said, looking hard at him, for he spoke very earnestly "what you yourself aim at is ?" Bertram's eyes came back to solid earth with a bound.
I'll take care not to meddle with such things." Frida opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but a warning glance made her remain silent. Her mother flew at her angrily: "Will you be quiet? To think of you mixing yourself up with it. What next. On the whole, what do chits like you know about such things?
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