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As soon as he got on his legs in the middle of the room, Two Eyes, whom Peter had so often called upon to swallow him up, began moving about, apparently trying to mislead Santa Klaus. Peter was ready to scream out, but for the life of him he couldn't make a sound.
Yet I will try, for it is impossible to leave that poor Hernan to die alone; and if I do not go to seek him, it seems that no one else will." "Why should not some of my Kaffirs go with Klaus?" I asked.
"Klaus," demanded the second chef, "the Herrschaft ask when the vehicle will be ready." Klaus gave an astonished stare, and articulated some rapid sounds in a dialect quite unintelligible to us. "Precisely," returned the subordinate. "The horses are sent for, and when they arrive the Herrschaft will be expedited forthwith."
I found out later that the valley was their meeting-place. It was a sort of Klaus, "Rabbi Yekil's Klaus" the boys called it. Yekil was a boy of about fifteen, who was well-equipped with knowledge of the Torah when he was taken away from his home. In the long years of our exile we had forgotten the Jewish calendar completely.
And Klaus went on to tell his story. Ferdinand Holm, it seemed, was the despair of his family. He had thrown up his studies at the Military Academy, because he thought soldiers and soldiering ridiculous.
"I should have remembered my experience with your great-aunt, but I knew how much you wanted that paint-box," and he slipped into Marianne's stocking a japanned box with a whole sheaf of paint brushes. "Oh, thank you, Santa Klaus! You can't think how I've wished for it; my own is such a horrid little thing.
But Two Eyes never came, and this gave him fresh courage, so that of late he had become quite bold in the dark. As he climbed up the staircase this night, his little head was full of the idea of Santa Klaus. The chimney was convenient, he thought to himself, for it passed through the loft and there was a large open fire-place in it never used.
By now they were starving, only Klaus was the stronger of the two, for he found and devoured some carrion, a dead hyena I think it was. Pereira also tried to eat this horrible food, but, not having the stomach of a Hottentot, the first mouthful of it made him dreadfully ill. They sought shelter in a cave on the bank of a stream, where grew water-cresses and other herbs, such as wild asparagus.
"Splendid I do believe we're to have cranberry preserve at dinner." By standing on tiptoe he managed to reach and lift the heavy jar, and stood holding it, his face flushed with his exertions. "And now, little lady?" "Just stay there a moment and hold it carefully; I have to fetch something." And she hurried out. Klaus stood at the top of the ladder, holding the heavy jar. He looked round.
Double the possibilities of life for men, and you double their numbers." "And what good will it do to double their numbers? Two thousand million machine-made souls is that what you want?" "But hang it all, man," put in Klaus Brock eagerly, "think of our dear Norway at least.
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