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Updated: May 22, 2025
He once turned to the master and said, almost in Gretchen's words: "There is One above that will save me." As the morning drew nearer, the air seemed filled with a long procession of Canadian geese going toward the sea. The air rang with their calls. The poor boy seemed to think that somehow they were calling to him.
Arthur does not know half the time what he is saying, and might not tell the truth about Gretchen. She may not have been his wife. On the whole, I do not believe she was. He would never have left her if she had been, and if so, this child, if she is Gretchen's, has no right to come between me and mine. No, I shall wait a little while and think, though in the end I mean to do right.
Is she God's sister? and folding her hands together, she stood before the picture as reverently as a devout Catholic stands before a Madonna. It was some time since Jerry had spoken a word of German, but as she stood before Gretchen's picture old memories seemed to revive, and with them the German word for pretty, which she involuntarily spoke aloud.
This will be your dowry." An icy shiver ran up and down Gretchen's spine, a shiver of wonder, delight, terror. A thousand crowns! A fortune! "Hold out your hand," requested Herbeck. One by one he laid the notes on the goose-girl's hand. "This is only a just reward for being kind and gentle to the unfortunate." "And I shall add to it another thousand," said Hildegarde. "Give them to me, father."
'Oh, yes, I remember it perfectly, and how you frightened me sitting up there so high like a goblin, Frank answered, falteringly, his face as crimson now as Jerrie's, and his eyes dropping beneath her gaze. 'Gretchen's friends never got that letter, Jerrie continued. 'No, they never got it, Frank answered, mechanically.
'If I could read German, I believe I am bad enough now to open it; but I can't, and I dare not take it to any one who can, he said, as he put it again in his pocket, half resolving to post it and take the chances of its ever reaching Gretchen's friends, or any one who had known her.
"Will you trust me a little longer, Gretchen, just a little longer?" "Always, not a little longer, always. But wait till the music stops and I will tell you of my adventure." "You have had an adventure?" distrustfully. "Yes. Be still." There were tones in Gretchen's voice that the young vintner could never quite understand.
J of the Queen's light and that I had left Pembroke playing billiards in a strange club, where I myself had been but a guest. The crisp October air blew in my face as I rapidly walked up the mall, and it cooled the fever in my veins. But my mind ran on rather wildly. Gretchen free? Phyllis a Princess? Gretchen's little word, "perhaps," came back and sang into my ears.
How should he know her in the strange disguise, her head decked with Gretchen's fair tresses, her olive cheek daubed with pink and white paint, her stately form clothed in garments that would be gay and girlish but which are only unbecoming?
Her fears or instincts told her that the interview had reference to plots which were associated with the great Potlatch, now near at hand. She had heard the strange visitor say, "The moon is growing," and there was something shadowy in the very tone in which the words were spoken. Mrs. Woods sat down in her home of bark and splints all alone after Gretchen's departure.
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