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His ill temper carried him so far that he would not even answer the most friendly questions when our landlady spoke to him; and he used to groan in his sleep. He must have a deal on his conscience, I thought but why in the name of goodness didn't he go home? Just pride, no doubt; he would not go back when he had been turned off once. I met Maggie every evening, and Glahn talked with her no more.
But she stopped, and stood there wringing her hands. I took off my cap and bowed to her without a word. "Just one thing I wanted to say to you to-day, Glahn," she said entreatingly. And I did not move, but waited, just to hear what she would say next. "I hear you have been down at the blacksmith's. One evening it was. Eva was alone in the house."
I lived in a room next the main parlor, with a green glass window looking on to the street a single pane, not very clear at that and Glahn had chosen a little bit of a hole up in the attic, much darker, and a poor place to live in.
I made no answer; I simply walked off. We began going out shooting again. Glahn felt he had wronged me, and begged my pardon. "And I'm dead sick of the whole thing," he said. "I only wish you'd make a slip one day and put a bullet in my throat." It was that letter from the Countess again, perhaps, that was smouldering in his mind. I answered: "As a man soweth, so shall he also reap."
It seemed to him that it was someone else who was led into the garden, placed against a wall, and blindfolded. Von Glahn, a young officer, came and stood beside him. "The firing squad will be here at once," he said. "I am sorry. Is there any message I can deliver for you?" And then outside a bugle rang out, and there was a burst of wild, frenzied yelling and the next moment a crash of firing.
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