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As Givenaught shouted this, his excitement was so great that he forgot himself and used his natural voice. His brother recognized it, and muttered, under cover of the storm of cheers "Aha, you are there, are you, besotted old fool? Take the books, I know what you'll do with them!" So saying, he slipped out of the place and the auction was at an end.
A heavy drag the auctioneer persuaded, pleaded, implored it was useless, everybody remained silent "Well, then going, going one two " "Five hundred and fifty!" This in a shrill voice, from a bent old man, all hung with rags, and with a green patch over his left eye. Everybody in his vicinity turned and gazed at him. It was Givenaught in disguise. He was using a disguised voice, too.
Before I would be such a fraud as that, I would cut my right hand off. Your life is a continual lie. But go on, I have tried MY best to save you from beggaring yourself by your riotous charities now for the thousandth time I wash my hands of the consequences. A maundering old fool! that's what you are." "And you a blethering old idiot!" roared Givenaught, springing up.
"It was a good stroke. I have saved my brother's pocket this time, in spite of him. Nothing else would have prevented his rushing off to rescue the old scholar, the pride of Germany, from his trouble. The poor child won't venture near HIM after the rebuff she has received from his brother the Givenaught." But he was mistaken. The Virgin had commanded, and Hildegarde would obey.
Every time a poor devil has been set upon his feet I have detected your hand in it incorrigible ass!" "Every time you didn't set him on his feet yourself, you mean. Where I give one unfortunate a little private lift, you do the same for a dozen. The idea of YOUR swelling around the country and petting yourself with the nickname of Givenaught intolerable humbug!
Before I would be such a fraud as that, I would cut my right hand off. Your life is a continual lie. But go on, I have tried MY best to save you from beggaring yourself by your riotous charities now for the thousandth time I wash my hands of the consequences. A maundering old fool! that's what you are." "And you a blethering old idiot!" roared Givenaught, springing up.
Meantime Herr Givenaught and Herr Heartless were having an early breakfast in the former's castle the Sparrow's Nest and flavoring it with a quarrel; for although these twins bore a love for each other which almost amounted to worship, there was one subject upon which they could not touch without calling each other hard names and yet it was the subject which they oftenest touched upon.
Every time a poor devil has been set upon his feet I have detected your hand in it incorrigible ass!" "Every time you didn't set him on his feet yourself, you mean. Where I give one unfortunate a little private lift, you do the same for a dozen. The idea of YOUR swelling around the country and petting yourself with the nickname of Givenaught intolerable humbug!
"I tell you," said Givenaught, "you will beggar yourself yet with your insane squanderings of money upon what you choose to consider poor and worthy objects. All these years I have implored you to stop this foolish custom and husband your means, but all in vain. You are always lying to me about these secret benevolences, but you never have managed to deceive me yet.
Givenaught shouldered his way to Hildegarde, whispered a word in her ear, and then he also vanished. The old scholar and his daughter embraced, and the former said, "Truly the Holy Mother has done more than she promised, child, for she has given you a splendid marriage portion think of it, two thousand pieces of gold!"
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