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In consideration for your feelings, and to cause you as little annoyance as possible, I have placed my Joan of Arc into the hands of a skilful artist; and I trust to forward you as accurate a copy as can be made. “Yours, MOUNTPLEASANT.” And Milor kept his word, mein Lieber, and the copy hangs Am Graben to this day in the place of the original.
A detachment of cavalry brought up the rear. The procession passed slowly through Saint Michael's Place, the Kohlmarkt, the Graben, Kaerthnerstrasse, the Glacis, and the Mariahuelfestrasse. The troops and national guard lined both sides of the way.
It was a beautiful gay picture of lively, varied metropolitan life that surged about the music pavilion. Every one seemed as joyous and carefree as on the Graben in Vienna on a sunny spring Sunday in times of undisturbed peace. The children crowded around the orchestra, beat the measure, and applauded enthusiastically after every piece.
It is inhabited almost entirely by the workmen in the mines. The way from Andreasberg to the Brocken leads along the Rehberger Graben, which carry water about six miles for the oreworks. After going through a thick pine wood, I came out on the mountain-side, where rough crags overhung the way above, and through the tops of the trees I had glimpses into the gorge below.
"Well, she certainly is a Venus," he replied, "but one of that cheap kind who are to be met with in the Graben , which is their ideal grove...." "Impossible!" "I give you my word of honor it is so." I could say nothing more after that. So my intellectual friend's new ideal, that woman of the highest dramatic talent, that wonderful woman with the white eyes, was a street Venus!
Marie had met him once for a walk along the Graben. She had worn an experimental touch of rouge under a veil, and fine lines were drawn under her blue eyes, darkening them. She had looked very pretty, rather frightened. Stewart had sent her home and had sulked for an entire evening. So curious a thing is the mind masculine, such an order of disorder, so conventional its defiance of convention.
The people of Bonn however did not wish to obliterate the memory of this curious story, and therefore named the street running parallel with "Vivat" lane "Cassius Graben." Richmodis of Aducht It was about the middle of the fifteenth century. The shadows of death hovered above the holy City of Cologne. A strange figure in dark garments hurried with quick steps through the streets and lanes.
The grey of the morning saw Milor in full evening costume, pacing the Graben with hurried steps, watching with anxious eyes the shop front where his beloved was wont to hang. He saw her carried out like a shutter from the house, and duly suspended on the appointed hook.
“You refuse!” shouted Milor, striking his clenched fist upon the counter; “then, by Jove! I’ll—but never mind!” and he strode into the street. The dusk of the evening saw Milor in the dress of a porter, pacing the Graben with a steady step.
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