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Gotzkowsky smiled at their glowing protestations of friendship, and withdrew himself gently from their ardent embraces. "I did not do it for the sake of your thanks, and personally you owe me therefore no gratitude." "Gotzkowsky, have you entirely forgotten us?" said a plaintive voice near him. It was Itzig, one of the rich Jews of the mint, to whom Gotzkowsky had promised assistance.
"Perhaps so," said Gotzkowsky. "I have sent a courier to Leipsic, and look for his return every hour. But it is not that alone which troubles me," continued he, after a pause. "It would be easy to collect the five hundred thousand dollars. The new and unexpected ordinance from the mint, which renders uncurrent the light money, deprives me of another half million.
Gotzkowsky broke out into a loud, ironical laugh. "Do you remember that? I am glad that you have not forgotten it." "It is true," continued the councillor, in a tone of conciliation, "at the request of the magistracy you took charge of the affairs of the town. You travelled to St.
"O general!" cried Gotzkowsky, his countenance radiant with delight, when the adjutant had left the room, "how I do wish at this moment that you were a woman!" "I a woman!" cried Count Tottleben, laughing, "why should I be a woman?" "That I might kiss your hand. Believe me, I never thanked any man so truly and sincerely as I now do you!
The town of Berlin shall see that only rich people are ungrateful, and that the poor never forget their benefactor and their friend. Come, let us take out the horses. We will draw Father Gotzkowsky through the streets." The crowd answered with a thundering hurrah; and with busy haste they proceeded to the work.
They rushed forward joyously toward Gotzkowsky, stretching out their little hands to him, and, at a word from the head operative, Balthazar, they stretched open their small mouths, and gave out such a shrill and crashing hurrah that the windows rattled, and many a stout workman stopped his ears and felt a ringing in his head.
"No?" cried Gotzkowsky; and then, allowing himself to be overcome by a feeling of bitterness "I believe you. Those in authority seldom take cognizance of what they owe, only what is owing to them." "Oh, yes, indeed," said the first councillor with solemn dignity, "we know very well that we owe you thanks for the great services you have rendered the town."
Tell me, then, Bertram, what do they whisper?" Bertram answered in a low, timid voice: "They pretend to know that your house has suffered immense losses; that you were not able to meet your drafts; that all your wealth is unfounded; and that but why should I repeat all the old women's and newspaper stories?" "Even the newspapers talk about it, then?" muttered Gotzkowsky to himself.
We, too, might have become famous if this Gotzkowsky had not, in the most uncalled-for manner, interfered, and but look!" cried he, interrupting himself, "the interview with the Council is finished, and it is now our turn to thank him." The two editors hastened toward him in order, in well-arranged speech, and with assurances of eternal gratitude, to offer their thanks. Mr.
He took the accounts from the table, and, casting a look of anger and contempt on the worthy gentlemen, tore the papers in pieces, and threw the scraps at their feet. "I am paid!" he said, proudly, and turned to leave the room. One of the town councillors hastened after him, and held him back. "You are too hasty: we may yet agree." "No!" said Gotzkowsky, striving to free himself.
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