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Updated: May 15, 2025
I will relieve guard, Erica. Is your article ready?" "Not quite," she replied, pausing to arrange Haeberlein's pillows while her father raised him. "Thank you, little Herzblattchen," he said, stroking her cheek, "auf wiedersehen." "Auf wiedersehen," she replied brightly and, gathering up some papers, ran downstairs to finish her work for the "Daily Review."
"They would never dream that a young girl would be brave enough to run such a risk!" said Haeberlein. "No, my sweet Herzblattchen, I could not bring thee into danger." "There will be none for me," said Erica, "and it may save you from evil and my father from suspicion. Father, if you will let me, it would be more of a disguise than anything." "You might meet some one you know," said Raeburn.
"My heart was beating so loud, I thought people must hear it." "Has thou never heard the saying of the first Napoleon, 'The bravest man is he who can conceal his fear? I do not come under that category, for I never had fear never felt it. Thou wouldst not dream, Herzblattchen, that spies are at this moment dogging my steps while I jest here with thee?" "Is that indeed true?" exclaimed Erica.
He moved with great difficulty, dragging down from the carriage a worn black bag, and occasionally muttering to himself, not as a peevish invalid would have done, but as if it were a sort of solace to his loneliness. "The hardest day I've had, this! If I had but my Herzblattchen now, how quickly she would pilot me through this throng. Ah well!
"Of a doctor, yes," said Raeburn, "of one who will save your life, I hope; and for rooms there are none that I know of except in this house, where you will of course stay." "With the little Herzblattchen to nurse me?" said Haeberlein with a sigh of weary content as he sank back in an arm chair.
He went out into the hall to dismiss the cab, and Haeberlein seized the opportunity to correct his words. "He thinks I shall get better, but it is impossible, my Herzblattchen; it is only a question of weeks now, possibly only of days. Was I wrong to come to you?" "Of course not," she said with the sort of tender deference with which she always spoke to him.
"HERZBLATTCHEN!" exclaimed Haeberlein, "how shall I ever repay thee! Thou art a real canny little Scot! I only wish I had half thy caution and forethought!" "Don't look like that!" said Erica, laughing, as the benignant expression once more came over his lips. "You really must try to turn down the corners! Your character is a silent, morose misanthrope. I am the chatter box, pure and simple."
The gas light fell on his clean-shaven face, revealing a sweet-tempered mouth, keen blue eyes, a broad German forehead, and closely cropped iron-gray hair. Erica thought him scarcely altered since their last meeting. He threw down his newspaper as she approached. "Well, my Herzblattchen!" he exclaimed, saluting her with a double kiss, "so you are not ashamed of your old friend?
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