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John went out, and Amrei wrote a long letter to the Magistrate in Haldenbrunn, thanking the entire community for benefits received, and promising to adopt a child from the place some day, if it were possible; and she once more begged to have Black Marianne's hymn-book placed under the good old woman's head.
When she had finished, she sealed the letter and pressed her lips tight together with the remark: "So! Now I have done my duty to the people of Haldenbrunn." But she quickly tore the letter open again, for she considered it her duty to show John what she had written. But a long time passed and he did not return.
Now lie down and rest for a short time while I look for a Bernese chaise-wagon you can't ride on horseback with me in the daytime and we want one anyway." "I cannot sleep I have a letter to write to Haldenbrunn. I am away from there now, and yet I enjoyed a great many good times there. And I have other matters to settle, besides." "Very well, do that until I come back."
For a report, coming from the Ambassador in Paris, had passed through a number of higher and lower officers, until it reached the Village Council; it stated that, according to a communication received from Algiers, John Winkler of Haldenbrunn had perished in that colony during an outpost skirmish.
She had gone almost halfway to Haldenbrunn, when she suddenly turned back; she seemed unable to tear herself away from the place where she had been so happy. And she said to herself that it was not right for her to go home alone anyway; she should go in company with the young men and girls from her village.
"My horses are warm and must not drink now. Do you come from Haldenbrunn, my girl?" "Yes indeed." "And what is your name?" "Amrei." "And to whom do you belong?" "To nobody now my father was Josenhans." "What! Josenhans, who served at Farmer Rodel's?" "Yes." "I knew him well. It was too bad that he died so soon. Wait, child I'll give you something."
"No, she's only our maid," answered Rose. Several beggars from Haldenbrunn who were here, looked at Barefoot in astonishment, evidently not recognizing her; and not until they had stared at her for a long time did they cry out: "Why, it's Little Barefoot!" "She is only our maid." That little word "only" smote painfully on the girl's heart.
John had gone out, and he was now entering again with a large bag, on which was written the name "Josenhans of Haldenbrunn;" and when he poured out the rich contents, which rolled rattling and clinking over the table, all were dumbfounded. But the most astonished of all were the father and mother. So Amrei had really had a secret treasure!
"What's the name of the place?" "Haldenbrunn." "Oh! Have you come all the way from there on foot?" "No, somebody let me ride with him. He's the son of the Farmer yonder a good, honest man." "Ah, at his age I should have let you ride with me too!" They had now come to the farm, and the old man went with Amrei into the room and cried: "Mother, where are you?"
Then the Farmer continued in the same tone: "Will you take this Amrei Josenhans, of Haldenbrunn to be your daughter-in-law, and never let her have a word to say, as you do to your husband, feed her badly, abuse her, oppress her, and as they say, bully her generally?" The old fellow seemed beside himself; some strange revulsion had taken place within him.
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