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I asked, looking fixedly at him. "Where? Went away? Oh, I don't know," he answered confusedly. "Well, well, we've been talking too long about this already. That foot of yours oh, you can begin to walk in a week's time. Au revoir." A woman's voice outside the hut. The blood rushed to my head it was Edwarda. "Glahn Glahn is ill, so I have heard."
A little after came Glahn, with his rifle under his arm, all ready to go out. He looked gloomy, and did not even say good-morning. I noticed, though, that he had got himself up and taken special care about his dress. I got ready at once and went with him. Neither of us said a word.
Edwarda was sitting indoors, reading. At the instant of my entering, she started at my uniform; she looked at me sideways like a bird, and even blushed. She opened her mouth. "I have come to say good-bye," I managed to get out at last. She rose quickly to her feet, and I saw that my words had had some effect. "Glahn, are you going away? Now?" "As soon as the boat comes."
Day by day he grew more silent and gloomy. He had given up drinking now, and didn't say a word, either; his cheeks grew hollow. One day I heard talking and laughter outside my window; Glahn had turned cheerful again, and he stood there talking out loud to Maggie. He was getting in all his fascinating tricks.
It was then that Maggie saw him for the first time, and she was very inquisitive about him. So great an impression had he made on her that, when it was time to go, we went each our own way; she did not go back home with me. Glahn would have put this by as of no importance when I spoke to him about it. But I did not forget it.
I noticed that she had given up chewing things altogether; she never chewed now. I was pleased at that, and thought: She's given up chewing things; that is one failing the less, and I love her twice as much as I did before! One day she asked about Glahn asked very cautiously. Was he not well? Had he gone away? "If he's not dead, or gone away," I said, "he's lying at home, no doubt.
"Perhaps you do not want to see me any more," she said. "I thank you, Edwarda, for offering me shelter when my house was burned," I said. "It was the kinder of you, since your father was hardly willing." And with bared head I thanked her for her offer. "In God's name, will you not see me again, Glahn?" she said suddenly. The Baron was calling.
For God has willed this German ’Day’!" "Enough," said Siurd Von Glahn, still laughing, but turning very red. "What a terrible memory you have, Harry! For heaven’s sake spare my modesty such accurate reminiscences." "I thought it fine poetry then," insisted Stent with a forced smile. But his voice had subtly altered.
Half an hour later I heard Maggie's footstep on the ladder again. I lay close up to the window and saw her walk out of the hut. She was wearing her little short cotton petticoat, that did not even reach to her knees, and over her shoulders a woolen scarf borrowed from Glahn. She walked slowly, as she always did, and did not so much as glance towards my window. Then she disappeared behind the huts.
He and Von Glahn laughed; and the latter said, still frankly amused: "Soyez tranquille, Messieurs; Count von Plessis permits my friends in my company to shoot the Queen’s alm." With a lithe movement, wholly graceful, he slipped the rücksack from his shoulders, let it fall among the alpenrosen beside his sporting rifle.
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