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Regine looked straight at him with her clear, gray eyes, but there was something like moisture in them as she answered: "Well, well, Hartmut, it's all over now, so many years that I do not hesitate to admit that I would have had you then, willingly enough, and perhaps you would have been able to make something more out of me than I have become.
Hartmut drew his hand across his brow as if to smooth out something, then he answered with a gasp: "Because it means deliverance or death." "You return as great a mystery as when you went away," said Egon, shaking his head. "You have avoided my questionings; can you not tell me your secret now?" "Only get me into the army and I'll tell you everything!" cried Rojanow, feverish with excitement.
"If he did not look at me with those big black eyes of his while he begged and flattered, I might be able to resist him. You are right, he is a dangerous lad." "Well, we've had enough of Hartmut for this morning. The question which interests me concerns the education of your own son. You have really decided " "To keep him here.
But the Major erred when he believed his son would, as formerly, bow to his stern decree. Hartmut had been for the past few days in a school where all the antagonism of his nature had been aroused against his father. "Father, you cannot, you dare not order me thus," he cried out now in great excitement. "It is my own mother whom I have found at last, the only one in the whole world who loves me.
And now he lay in her arms, now she covered him with warm kisses, and called him by sweet, tender names, which had been strangers to his ear until that moment everything else seemed forgotten by him in this flood of stormy ecstasy. After a few minutes Hartmut loosed himself from the arms which still enfolded him. "Why have you never been with me, mamma?" he asked vehemently.
Upon the glistening little lake danced thousands of shining sparks, and the long grass whispered softly and mysteriously to itself whenever a breath of wind passed over it. Hartmut lay stretched out motionless on the grass as if listening to the secrets it told to the autumnal wind. The wild passion and excitement which flashed from his eyes when he spoke of the bird of prey had all vanished.
"We received the telegram early this afternoon, and I started at once. How is he? Can I see Herr von Wallmoden?" Stadinger, who admitted the stranger, answered in a low tone. Hartmut did not hear what he said, but could imagine from the next words: "Then I come too late!" "Yes, sir; the Baron died this afternoon."
"And how did he take the news?" "Quietly enough, outwardly; but I saw only too well that he was moved to his very soul. He is alone with Hartmut now, and the pent-up storm will burst." "How unfortunate. But I warned him of all this as soon as I heard of Zalika's return. He should have spoken to his son at once.
"Why have I always been told that you were dead?" Zalika stepped back, and in an instant all tenderness had died out of her eyes, and in its place was a wild, deadly hate, as the answer came like a hiss from between her set lips. "Because your father hates me, my son and because he wishes to deny me the love of my only child since he thrust me from him." Hartmut was silent.
"If you wish to know, then listen to me. Hartmut came to me and desired me to use my influence to get him into one of our regiments. I refused at first, but he finally forced me to promise to do my utmost with a threat which I now think he had no intention of carrying into execution.
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