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But the Bohemian arose, wiped the "dagger of mercy" on the German's clothing, then raised the axe, and, leaning against it, he began to look at the harder and more stubborn fight between his knight and Brother Rotgier.
Himself, perhaps, he would not have minded the diversion. He was a little weary of the German's long recital. The confession had not been complete, he felt. Much had been held back. It was not altogether straightforward. The dishonesty which hides in compromise peeped through it everywhere. And the incoherence of the latter part had almost bored him.
"Dutch and English and German must live here now side by side. Men cannot always be killing." "And see his thoughts," said the Angel. The German's mind was one amazement. He had been sure of being shot, he had meant to make a good end, fierce and scornful, a relentless fighter to the last; and these men who might have shot him like a man were going to spare him like a dog.
The man tried to protect his face, but Toby's rage gave him the strength of madness, and the first blow broke the German's arm. Toby followed this up with another, and this time gave him a beauty just over the eye. He went down as if he was shot, and Toby started to walk away.
"He is not late this time," said I to Ephrinell. "The dinner hour is never forgotten in the German Empire!" replied the American. "Do you know that German's name?" "Baron Weissschnitzerdörfer." "And with that name is he going to Pekin?" "To Pekin, like that Russian major who is sitting near the captain of the Astara." I looked at the man indicated.
The progress of the old German's malady toward final dissolution preyed greatly on Jennie's mind; for, in spite of the fact that they had been so far apart in times past, they had now grown very close together. Gerhardt had come to realize clearly that his outcast daughter was goodness itself at least, so far as he was concerned. She never quarreled with him, never crossed him in any way.
Bayonet and rifle-barrel lunged through him, and so terrible was the thrust that the German was thrown back as if at a blow from a battering-ram. Dorn whirled the bloody bayonet, and it crashed to the ground the rifle of the other German. Dorn saw not the visage of the foe only the thick-set body, and this he ripped open in one mighty slash. The German's life spilled out horribly.
The young man eyed the sign and then the German's head, apparently with the idea of bringing them together. Mr. Schneider further developed his plan of retreat by taking a grasp of the door-handle. 'That's for people who say "Nix on the War," said Selwyn, breaking the sign in his hands as if it were made of matchwood. 'And this is for your damned Deutschland!
Chester did not take the trouble to deny it, but as the German's hand went to his hip he said quietly: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." His revolver gleamed in his hand as he spoke, and he took a step forward. The German moved back a pace, but he made no further move to draw his weapon. "Now that you have recognized me," continued Chester, "I would advise you to come along with us.
I fear," and she looked wistfully at him, "that you would think it very rude and selfish of me if I asked you to play just one little piece? Because, of course, you are here to enjoy yourself, and talk to your friends, and it seems unkind to take you away from them!" A strange moisture dimmed the poor German's eyes.
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