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HEDWIG. Ah, I forgot him. Speak thou with him; I shudder at his presence. Are you that Tell that slew the governor? TELL. Yes, I am he. I hide the fact from no man. MONK. You are that Tell! Ah! it is God's own hand That hath conducted me beneath your roof. You are no monk. Who are you? MONK. You have slain The governor, who did you wrong. I too, Have slain a foe, who late denied me justice.
As he left them, Minna buried her face in Aunt Hedwig's capacious bosom and cried bitterly, and Aunt Hedwig also cried; and Herr Sohnstein, laying aside for the moment his pipe, put his arms protectingly around them both. They all were very miserable. In the upper room, where the air seemed so stifling that he had to open the window wide in order to breathe, Gottlieb was very miserable too.
Then Gottlieb covered his face with his hands, and presently each of his bony knuckles sparkled with a pendant tear. "My own dear father!" said Minna; and her arms were around him, and her head was pressed close upon his breast. "My own good brother, thou couldst not be a thief!" said Aunt Hedwig; and, so saying, clasped her stout arms around them both.
"There's Hedwig!" said Prince Ferdinand William Otto. "I'm rather glad to see her. Aren't you?" "Very glad, indeed." "You don't look glad." "I'm feeling very glad inside." They rode together, around and around the long oval, with its whitewashed railing, its attendant grooms, its watchful eyes overhead.
The way I came to know is this: Hedwig told the whole story to Nino, and Nino told it to me, but many months after that eventful day, which I shall always consider as one of the most remarkable in my life. It was Good Friday, last year, and you may find out the day of the month for yourselves.
Then came Hedwig, whom I had not seen for a long time, looking as white and sorrowful as the angel of death, in a close black dress, or habit, so that her golden hair was all the colour there was to be seen about her.
And when she came back and saw her there with her hair all curled her grandmother had curled it she was so surprised she died from joy, and that's why she's an orphan." Again Mary Cary's laughter broke the stillness. "What a dreadful thing to remember! Poor little thing! A too-active brain isn't much of a blessing with nothing to direct or control it. That will do, Hedwig. Thank you so much.
Hilda, in a new frock, flirted openly with the King, and read his fortune in tea-leaves. Hedwig had taken up her position by a window, and was conspicuously silent. Behind her were the soft ring of silver against china; the Countess's gay tones; Karl's suave ones, assuming gravity, as he inquired for His Majesty; the Archduchess Annunciata pretending a solicitude she did not feel.
"I regret that I should have disturbed them," he said, with a deferential bow; and he came and sat by her side, treading as lightly as a boy across the flags. Hedwig shuddered and drew her dark skirts about her as he sat down. "You cannot regret it more than I do," she said, in tones of ice. She would not take refuge in the house, for it would have seemed like an ignominious flight.
But Herr Sohnstein's face grew grave and his voice grew reverent as he answered: "It is not so, my Hedwig. We owe our happiness to the good God who has taken away the evil that was in our dear Gottlieb's heart." They all were very quiet for a little space, and upon the silence broke the sweet sound of the clock bell in the near-by church-tower.
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