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'It is rustic, returned Mr. Gottesheim, looking around him with complacency, 'a very rustic corner; and some of the land to the west is most excellent fat land, excellent deep soil. You should see my wheat in the ten-acre field. There is not a farm in Grunewald, no, nor many in Gerolstein, to match the River Farm.
But here we have no continuing city; and as for the eternal, it's a comfortable thought that we have other merits than our own. And yet you would hardly think how sore it goes against the grain with me, to die in a strange bed. 'And must you do so? For what reason? Otto asked. 'The reason? The place is to be sold; three thousand crowns, replied Mr. Gottesheim.
"It is rustic," returned Mr. Gottesheim, looking around him with complacency, "a very rustic corner; and some of the land to the west is most excellent fat land, excellent deep soil. You should see my wheat in the ten-acre field. There is not a farm in Grünewald, no, nor many in Gerolstein, to match the River Farm.
'Well, interrupted Otto, who had no great anxiety to hear the song, 'the Prince is young; he may yet mend. 'Not so young, by your leave, cried Fritz. 'A man of forty. 'Thirty-six, corrected Mr. Gottesheim. 'O, cried Ottilia, in obvious disillusion, 'a man of middle age! And they said he was so handsome when he was young! 'And bald, too, added Fritz. Otto passed his hand among his locks.
"Well," interrupted Otto, who had no great anxiety to hear the song, "the Prince is young; he may yet mend." "Not so young, by your leave," cried Fritz. "A man of forty." "Thirty-six," corrected Mr. Gottesheim. "O," cried Ottilia, in obvious disillusion, "a man of middle age! And they said he was so handsome when he was young!" "And bald, too," added Fritz. Otto passed his hand among his locks.
'Ay, said the young boor. 'Did you not know that? I thought all Europe knew it! And he added a pantomime of a nature to explain his accusation to the dullest. 'Ah, sir, said Mr. Gottesheim, 'it is very plain that you are not from hereabouts! But the truth is, that the whole princely family and Court are rips and rascals, not one to mend another.
I have a right to common justice, if I do keep company!" "If you will ask Mr. Gottesheim," replied Otto, "you will find I have not spent my hours in idleness. I have, since I arose this morning, agreed to buy the farm. So far I will go to satisfy a curiosity which I condemn." "O, well, if there was business, that's another matter," returned Fritz. "Though it beats me why you could not tell.
But here we have no continuing city; and as for the eternal, it's a comfortable thought that we have other merits than our own. And yet you would hardly think how sore it goes against the grain with me, to die in a strange bed." "And must you do so? For what reason?" Otto asked. "The reason? The place is to be sold: three thousand crowns," replied Mr. Gottesheim.
Gottesheim, who had been looking on with his hands behind his tall old back, "ay, that's Scripture truth." Fritz was staggered, not only by the Prince's imperturbable superiority of manner, but by a glimmering consciousness that he himself was in the wrong. The appeal to liberal doctrines had, besides, unmanned him. "Well," said he, "if I was rude, I'll own to it.
"Ay," said the young boor. "Did you not know that? I thought all Europe knew it!" And he added a pantomime of a nature to explain his accusation to the dullest. "Ah sir," said Mr. Gottesheim, "it is very plain that you are not from hereabouts! But the truth is, that the whole princely family and Court are rips and rascals, not one to mend another.
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