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"That is to the stables," said Greta, pointing down a path, where some pigeons were sunning themselves on a wall. "Uncle Nic keeps his horses there: Countess and Cuckoo his horses begin with C, because of Chris they are quite beautiful. He says he could drive them to Kingdom-Come and they would not turn their hair. Bow, and say 'Good-morning' to our house!" Harz bowed.
One who should visit the Harz Mountains would see might see, rather his own colossal image shape itself on the morning mist. But if in every mist that rises from the meadows, in every cloud that hangs upon the mountain, he always finds his own reflection, we cannot accept him as an interpreter of the landscape.
It stands in the middle of a great plain which extends from the Elbe to the Harz mountains, to Thuringia and to Bohemia. Its situation has made it almost always the principal theatre for the wars which have bloodied Germany.
"The peril will be great to all, of course," he said, quietly, "but no gentleman will prefer his own safety to that of the most humble and desolate woman on the ship. To you, Miss Harz, I devote my energies to-day, to you and these ladies of your party, whoever they may be ," bowing gently as he spoke. "I may fail in delivering you from danger, but it shall not be for want of effort on my part.
Cousin Teresa followed suit with Miss Naylor, both very solemn, and dancing quite different steps. Harz, went up to Christian. "I can't dance," he said, "that is, I have only danced once, but if you would try with me!" She put her hand on his arm, and they began. She danced, light as a feather, eyes shining, feet flying, her body bent a little forward.
"We have all seen your penchant for Curzon, and his for you, for three days past; but Octavia is as tough as lignum-vitae, I regret to assure you, my dear Miss Harz, and your chance is as blue as your spirits, or the flames of snap-dragon, or Marion's eyes. You will have to just put up with the captain, I fear, for even the doctor there is in harness for life.
A strong sweet wind was blowing from the mountains, there was a stir in the branches of the trees, and flakes of the late blossom were drifting down. Amongst the soft green pods of a kind of poplar chafers buzzed, and numbers of their little brown bodies were strewn on the path. He passed a bench where a girl sat sketching. A puff of wind whirled her drawing to the ground; Harz ran to pick it up.
The flame in the east had died, but the tops of the larches were bathed in a gentle radiance; and the peaks ahead were like amber. Everywhere were threads of water, threads of snow, and little threads of dewy green, glistening like gossamer. Mr. Treffry called out: "Give me your arm, Mr. Harz; I'd like to shake the reefs out of me.
Christian's eyes grew eager. "If people don't understand what it is you want to do, they always call you a loafer!" muttered Harz. "But you did what you meant to do in spite of them," Christian said. For herself it was so hard to finish or decide. When in the old days she told Greta stories, the latter, whose instinct was always for the definite, would say: "And what came at the end, Chris?
"Call Dominica, then, for me, Miss Harz," gasping and stretching forth her arms. "I can do nothing for myself nothing I am so weak, so helpless. Yet I must believe he is you are mistaken!" "I trust it may prove so. But let me assist you; Dominica is best employed making ready the little ones and giving them food strengthening them for the struggle.
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