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"Sir, you do him injustice." "Who? the Prince?" savagely. "No; the the devil!" She had fully recovered, and I had no weapon left. "Gretchen, did you really ever love me?" There was no answer. "No; I do not believe you did. If you had loved me, what to you would have been a King, a Prince, a principality? If you broke that promise who would be wronged? Not the King, not the Prince."
She put her hand on the black kitten with the white tip to his tail. "This is Tipsy, isn't it?" she asked. "Yes." "And I know this is Topsy," said Peggy, picking up the other black-and-white kitten. "Oh, what a darling!" said Alice as she spied the gray-and-white kitten. "That must be Gretchen."
The King was stroking his chin, a sign of deep meditation in him. "Let Their Highnesses be brought in," he said at last. The Chancellor rose and passed into the anteroom. Shortly he returned, followed by Gretchen. I could see by the expression in her face that she was mystified by the proceeding.
He pulled her toward him so that he could look into her eyes. "What is the matter? Answer!" "Are you not a spy from Jugendheit?" thinly. He flung aside her hand. "So! The first doubt that enters your ear finds harbor there. A spy from Jugendheit; that is a police suggestion, and you believed it!" "Do you deny it?" Gretchen was not cowed by his anger, which her own evenly matched.
Caspar quickly persuaded another friend to accompany him on board the fleet, and, rowed by Peter, they proceeded on board the admiral's ship. It was there the rivals met. Caspar, before entering the admiral's cabin, had just time to exchange a few words with Diedrich. "I resign Gretchen to you," he whispered; "I am not worthy of her.
She liked the tone; she liked the kisses, too, though they hurt. "Good night, my man!" she whispered. "Good night, my woman! To-morrow night at eight." He turned and ran lightly and swiftly up the street. Gretchen remained standing in the doorway till she could see him no more. Why should he run like that? She raised the latch and went inside.
She sat in silent attendance while their waiter recited, in heavily accented English, a seemingly unending speech upon the specialities of the house. Gretchen lost the particulars mid-way, and her eyes strayed beyond him to the fire. "I'm quite overwhelmed," she exclaimed when he had finished and stood poised before them. "Please do what you think best, Professor."
Tom was the first to go away, and his example was followed by all the servants, except Charles, who succeeded in getting his master back to his room and quieting him somewhat, though he kept talking to himself of diamonds, and Paris, and Gretchen, who, he said, should not he wronged. 'I am sorry, Harold, that this thing has happened. I have no idea that you know anything of the matter.
I suppose you want his influence; your coachman told me you were running for Congress, and Arthur laughed the old merry musical laugh which Frank remembered so well: then, suddenly changing his tune, he said: 'When does the next train from the East pass the station? Frank told him at seven the next morning, and he continued: 'Please send the carriage to meet it. Gretchen will probably be there.
Gretchen sadly viewed her wooden shoes and roughened hands. "Never mind your hands and feet; your face will open any gate or door for you." "I have never been to the palace. Will they not laugh and turn me out?" "If they try that, demand to see his excellency, Count von Herbeck, and say that you came from forty Krumerweg." Gretchen shuddered with a mixture of apprehension and delight.
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