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"By the great wine tub of Hundsrueck!" exclaimed Gottlieb in amazement, "that cellar is a large one. It seems to thirst for the whole flood of the Main." "Send a messenger," cried Wilhelm, "to the house you are guarding outside the gates and discover for me whether your men have captured any prisoners."
We simply advise you the divorce is N. G. and you ask no questions. We'll attend to all that for our thirty-five thousand dollars." "Well, you know your business," responded Dillingham hesitantly, "and I leave the matter in your hands. How long will it take?" "Everything now depends on our friend Hawkins," replied Gottlieb. "We may be able to hand you your manumission papers in three months."
"Do you remember von Brent, of Treves' staff?" "That hangdog-looking officer? Yes, master. I had the pleasure of knocking him down in the Cathedral before pinioning him." "He is in Frankfort to-night, and said he entered by the western gate just before it was closed." "Then he is a liar," commented Gottlieb, with his usual bluntness. "Such I strongly suspect him to be.
That night Gottlieb and I, sitting in his office, shook our sides with laughter at the idea of having hoodwinked the greatest court in the State into a solemn opinion that a rogue should not be punished if at the same time he could persuade his victim to try to be a rogue also! But there it was in cold print.
Roland rose, walked along the prostrate row, and selected, apparently at haphazard, four others, then said to the members of his crew: "Place these four men beside their leader. Left to myself," he continued to his lieutenants, "I should hang the six. However, I shall take no hand in the matter. I appoint you, Joseph Greusel, and you, Gottlieb Ebearhard, as judges, with power of life and death.
"Will you absolve me, Father, for the " "It is no falsehood, Gottlieb. I, the Baron, send it. I came hither the Abbot Ambrose: I am now Baron von Stern, and if I have any influence with our mother Church the Abbot's robe shall fall on thy shoulders, if you but do well what I ask of you to-night. It will be some compensation for what, I fear, thou hast already suffered."
And then Hans returned to his violated chest, and found that the dread which had assailed his soul was founded in substantial truth the recipe was gone! In itself the loss of the recipe was no very great matter, for he knew it by heart; but that Gottlieb who had also a cellar full of rich old honey-cake should have gained possession of it was a desperate matter indeed.
"Will you advise me what course to take, when I have obtained a competency?" continued Gottlieb. "No, that would be of no use; but Mr. Gottlieb, when I hear that you have wedded the rich wife of whom you have spoken, I will rejoice at your good fortune." "And does not the thought of that rich wife cost you even half a sigh?" "Not if that wife will render you happy."
To any intelligent baker the reason for this was obvious: Hans was making his lebkuchen with new honey-cake. Thus made, even by the best of recipes, it could not be anything but a failure. Gottlieb gave a long sigh of relief as he realized this comforting fact, and at the same time thought of his own great store of honey-pots there were hundreds of them now all ready and waiting to his hand.
Instead of spending time in useless watchfulness he immediately tapped upon the window; but Magde slept so soundly that the noise did not disturb her. Mr. Fabian flatted his nose against the window pane and suddenly discovered the picture that Gottlieb had so much admired. Yet it was not an expression of love which passed his lips as he gazed upon her.
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