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"I went to Hartmut's room, this morning, to look for him," began the prince, "and he was not there; but I found on his desk what was better than finding him a poem which he had evidently forgotten to lock up, for he never intended it for my eyes, that's certain. No pricks of conscience prevented my stealing it, and I have it with me this minute. If you would care to glance at it "
There was too much to condemn in Hartmut's life; he told me much himself that had seemed mysterious before, and I can find no excuse, no extenuating circumstances for his actions. Even his denunciation of " "Of his mother! She was the sword which hung over his head. It was she who destroyed her son!
But his companion only heard the slighting tone. "Are you a foreigner, Herr Rojanow?" she asked. A black shadow crossed Hartmut's brow, and he hesitated for a moment before he answered, coldly: "Yes, Fräulein." "I thought as much from your name and appearance, and from the peculiar opinions which you express, as well."
Hartmut's eyes lighted as he returned the warm hand pressure. He knew what such praise from his father's lips signified. "Good-bye," said the general, kissing his daughter. "I'll go on from Burgsdorf to the city, but in a few days we'll meet again. Good-bye, children." As he disappeared through the trees, Hartmut led Ada toward the Burgsdorf fish-pond.
You have come to me!" he threw his arms stormingly around his friend's neck. The young heir, who little understood how his appearance just at the moment when old memories were welling up in Hartmut's brain, had moved his friend, was almost overcome by this reception. He remembered that Hartmut had always been his superior, intellectually, and how many times he had been made to feel this.
Beautiful as they were, however, there was something uncanny hidden in their depths, and though the laughter which accompanied Hartmut's words was free and unrestrained, it was not a hearty, merry boy's laugh. "You certainly conduct yourself in a very free and easy manner," said Wallmoden, sharply. "You evidently take advantage of the fact that the inmates of Burgsdorf think little of etiquette.
The air was oppressive and sultry, and the distant clouds were forming deeper and darker heights against the horizon. Adelheid had not answered Hartmut's question; she stood looking into the distance with face turned away from the man who was watching her, and yet she felt the dark consuming glance resting on her, as she had felt it so many times during the past few weeks.
I fear the old man won't live long; his letter sounded as though he were heart-broken." "My poor Egon!" Hartmut's voice told how deep was his sorrow for his loss. "He was so sunny, so amiable always. He seemed created for a long, cloudless life. Perhaps you would have been happier by his side, Ada, than with your wild, stormy Hartmut, who will so often vex you with the dark shadows of his life."
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