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Then, speaking to Fuldrade, who seemed buried in thought "Fuldrade, this old gentleman cannot drink our kirschwasser, yet I cannot offer him water. Have you anything better?" Fuldrade took up a milk-pail, and, with an intelligent glance at Christian, went out. "Wait a moment," she said; "I shall be here directly."
Maître Bernard stood a few moments in rapt admiration, and the woodman, kindly addressing the young girl, said "I am glad to see you, Fuldrade. Irmengarde is still asleep. What a storm it is! Is it coming to an end yet?" "Yes, the wind is driving it down to the plain. It will be over before daylight."
Then, without looking at Maître Bernard, she went to sit before the old woman, who now seemed to revive. "Fuldrade," she murmured, "is the great tower yet standing?" "Yes." The aged woman bowed her head, and her lips moved. After the last thunderclaps the rain fell in torrents.
The gentle creature calmly and quietly came straight in, and seemed to examine old Irmengarde. "Go away!" cried Fuldrade; "go along with the others!" And the obedient heifer turned back to the cabin door. But the falling floods seemed to give her matter for reflection, for she stood quietly there, contemplating the deluge, and slowly swinging her beautiful head, lowing in a deep, subdued tone.
She patted them all, and, having seated herself, began to milk one, a fine white cow, which, standing motionless, with eyes half-closed, seemed grateful for the preference. When her pail was full Fuldrade made haste back, and, presenting it to Bernard, said, smiling "Drink as much as you like; that is the way we drink milk warm from the cow in the country."
Between the heavy showers the tinkling which Uncle Bernard had distinguished in the distance when he awoke gradually became more distinct, and at last arrived under the window of the hut, and almost immediately five long-horned head of beautiful cows, spotted equally with white and black, appeared at the door. "Why! here's Waldine!" cried Christian, laughing; "she is looking for you, Fuldrade."
Which was done at once, the good man thanking her many times, and praising the excellence of this frothy milk, flavoured, as it were, with the wild aromatic plants of the Schnéeberg, Fuldrade seemed pleased with his eulogiums, and Christian, who had slipped on his blouse, standing behind them, staff in hand, waited for the end of these compliments before he cried "Now, master, en route!
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