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The original manuscript does indeed contain several accounts which at first sight may have led to this mistake; besides, the handwriting is extremely difficult to read, and in several places the paper is discoloured and decayed. It is my intention to publish this trial also, as it possesses very great psychological interest. Horst, Zauberbibliothek, vi. p. 231.
He stood still before the table and looked out through the open window into the bright summer air. Presently he spoke to himself in a low, distinct voice. 'It is best, he said decisively. 'I, Horst von Rieseneck, stand here to die, because I love my brother's wife. I die of my own free will.
Being what you are, I wish that we three may never part. 'Never! exclaimed Hilda. 'Ah, Horst, do you not see that you are my brother, too? Do you not feel that I am your sister and should brothers and sisters such as we are be made to part? 'I cannot tell, Rex answered. 'If you would have me live, I can but give you what life is left in me. You know me now.
'It is not a cousinship she could be very proud of. I prefer not to force it upon her. She could not call me "Cousin Horst." 'She will have as much cause to be proud of your cousinship as of having me for a husband, said Greif, stopping in his walk and looking at Rex. 'Whatever you say of yourself applies equally well to me in this matter.
Hilda looked at Rex, wondering what the real nature of the strange man might be, pleased by what he had said and yet surprised that he should have said so much. Rex met her fixed gaze and turned his head away instantly. Greif took a fresh glass. 'Your health, my dear Rex, he said. He always called him Rex from old habit. 'Your health, dear cousin Horst! exclaimed Hilda.
I'd . . . hoped you'd miscalculate . . . kill me clean . . . 'fore it came to this. Now I just want you . . . t'be certain . . . I do know what I'm doing." He straightened as much as he was able, drew in breath, and forced himself to speak the single short phrase he'd chosen. Hearing himself say it, deliberately, would wipe out Major Horst Marguerre. Nonsense syllables, Joste thought.
Colonel Jan van Dorth, lord of Horst, was to conduct the land operations and to be the governor of the town, when its conquest was achieved. It was strongly situated on heights rising sheer from the water; and, as news of the Dutch preparations had reached Lisbon and Madrid, its fortifications had been repaired and its garrison strengthened.
August Meyer's" blood-stained hands. "Not so," calmly answered the disguised Breslau police sergeant, a sturdy war veteran. "I have hunted here all over the Adler's Horst. I know every crag and open spot. My soldiers are now hidden in a circle all around the old house. The moment that our carriage drives out into the open, they will close in and arrest every living soul.
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