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"My child, we once were children, two children happy and small; we crept in the little hen-house and hid ourselves under the straw." "Kikerikueh! sie glaubten Es waere Hahnen geschrei." "...It's all very well, Mary, I can't go on reading Heine to you for ever. And apres?" He had taken her on his knees. That happened sometimes.
She slipped through the gap by Morfe Bridge and went up the fields to the road on Greffington Edge. She lay down among the bracken in the place where Roddy and she had sat two years ago when they had met Mr. Sutcliffe coming down the road. The bracken hid her. It made a green sunshade above her head. She shut her eyes. "Kikerikueh! sie glaubten Es waere Hahnen geschrei." That was all nonsense.
The instant that he felt the light pressure on his temples, all his fears vanished; and he followed his guide, conversing pleasantly through wide avenues and over broad glades of fresh turf, which seemed to be laid out like a royal chase, till they came to a wall of rock resembling the Hahnen Klippers, and entering through an arch, a grey moss-covered tower arose in the distance.
Misery, of course, resulted from her folly; and the race of Hahnen speedily came to an end. It is quite possible that the spoons bestowed by Vitra upon the clergyman's wife in Lappmark were once reputed to be the subject of a similar proviso.
The Frau Von Hahnen, in a Bohemian legend, receives for her services to a water-nix three pieces of gold, with the injunction to take care of them, and never to let them go out of the hands of her own lineage, else the whole family would fall into poverty. She bequeathed the treasures to her three sons; but the youngest son took a wife, who with a light heart gave the fairy gold away.
Aunt Lavvy to live like that for thirty-three years and to be happy at the end. She wondered what happiness there could be in that dull surrender and acquiescence, that cold, meek love of God. "Kikerikueh! sie glaubten Es waere Hahnen geschrei." Everybody in the village knew you had been jilted. Mrs. Waugh and Miss Frewin knew it, and Mr. Horn, the grocer, and Mr. Oldshaw at the bank. And Mr.
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