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She eyed him grimly for a second. Then she touched a bell. The wooden butler appeared. "Send Wilhelm," she commanded. Half an hour later the Herr Doctor Holtzenschuer was handing a bundled figure into the closed carriage that stood before the gate. A huge, oblong package rested against a lamp-post beside him, and near it stood the Fräulein Marie, rosy and shy.
"I do not trust it to a driver." With a bow he slammed the carriage door and mounted the box. In another minute the Herr Professor Doctor Holtzenschuer was driving rapidly through the streets of Munich, on the outside of a common hack, a clumsy parcel balanced awkwardly on his stiff shoulders.
She straightened her bent figure and glanced toward the door. A wooden butler was bowing himself to the floor. "The Herr Professor Doctor Polonius Holtzenschuer," he announced grandly. A dapper young man with trim mustaches and spotless boots advanced into the room. The girl by the window swayed a breath. The clear color had mounted in her cheek. The old woman waited, immovable.
"I trust Fräulein Marie is well?" he said promptly. "Marie " The girl started vaguely. "Come and greet the Herr Doctor Holtzenschuer." She rose lightly from her place and came across the room. A soft curl, blown by the wind, drifted across her flushes as she came. The young man sprang to his feet. His heels clicked again as he bent low before her.
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