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As he spoke thus he leaned forward, brought down his fist upon the deal table with a bang that produced a most unpleasant effect upon poor Hans's nerves, and a cold gleam of sudden ferocity flickered in the small eyes, very discomforting for a timid man to behold, however innocent he knew himself to be. "I swear " he began to babble. "Swear not at all, cousin; you are an elder of the church.
But now he had noted with some indignation, all the stronger because it must not be betrayed, Hans's evident assumption that for any danger of rivalry or jealousy in relation to Mirah, Deronda was not as much out of the question as the angel Gabriel. It is one thing to be resolute in placing one's self out of the question, and another to endure that others should perform that exclusion for us.
And off they went, she running, the dog far ahead. Beret's message had entirely changed the current of Hans's thoughts. It had never occurred to him before that Mildrid might not have the same happy, sure feeling about their engagement that he had.
The Golden River, which sprang from one of the lower and snowless elevations, was now nearly in shadow all but the uppermost jets of spray, which rose like slow smoke above the undulating line of the cataract and floated away in feeble wreaths upon the morning wind. On this object, and on this alone, Hans's eyes and thoughts were fixed.
Higgs!" exclaimed Hans. "Did you say Higgs? We've found him! I must be off." "You see, young masters." The dame was panting, at the same time snatching Hans's hat from the bed, "you see we know him. He's our no, he isn't. I mean oh, Hans, you must go to Amsterdam this minute!" "Good night, mynheers," panted Hans, radiant with sudden joy. "Good night. You will excuse me, I must go.
Might it not be always so? Notwithstanding the interest with which he listened to Hans's narrative of the day's adventures, he felt uneasy in his mind when he reflected upon his own. The elephant had escaped so easily. Their bullets seemed to have injured him not the least. They had only served to render him furious, and dangerous.
Mouth and chin were both fashioned with uncommonly soft lines. He walked carelessly and unevenly, whereas Hans's slender legs in their black stockings moved so elastically and rhythmically. Tonio did not speak. He was grieved. Drawing together his rather slanting eyebrows, and holding his lips pursed for whistling, he looked into space with his head on one side.
"It's Hans's, the charcoal-burner's," Trusia said with surprise; "we've ridden ten miles, Major Carter, and scarcely faster than a walk. We must turn back at once; my household will be filled with alarm. Please come," she said earnestly. Together they turned their horses about, and started the return journey at a good ground-eating gallop.
A few days before Hans's death, the Doctor had taken it into his head he would like to hire this tower of the municipality, to which it belongs, to make a garden within its walls. He had been to examine the place a week previous, and had brought home the key of the gate, being determined to take it.
At last he said: "Mother, if there were only some one to take care of you, I would go in search of Fritz and Franz. You may be sure they have got the sparkling golden water by this time. They would never refuse me a few guldern, if I were to ask them and tell them how ill you are." But Hans's mother did not at all like the idea of his leaving her, and she begged and prayed him not to go.
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