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Hamburg, the house in the Königstrasse, my poor Gräuben, all that busy world underneath which I was wandering about, was passing in rapid confusion before my terrified memory. I could revive with vivid reality all the incidents of our voyage, Iceland, M. Fridrikssen, Snæfell.
Bauer had no wish to get into trouble with the police, and, moreover, he had intended nothing but a reconnaissance; he was therefore without any weapon, and he was a child in Rudolf's grasp. He had no alternative but to obey the suasion of Mr. Rassendyll's arm, and they two began to walk down the Konigstrasse.
"I must go," Helga heard him whisper as he bent lower still, and she and Bernenstein moved away. The tall handsome girl was taking down the shutters from the shop front at No. 19 in the Konigstrasse. She went about her work languidly enough, but there was a tinge of dusky red on her cheeks and her eyes were brightened by some suppressed excitement.
I freely confess that I was exceedingly fond of geology and all its kindred sciences; the blood of a mineralogist was in my veins, and in the midst of my specimens I was always happy. In a word, a man might live happily enough in the little old house in the Königstrasse, in spite of the restless impatience of its master, for although he was a little too excitable he was very fond of me.
I rose abruptly and crossed the room to where they were. "Have you need of my presence, madam, or have I your permission to be away for a time?" I asked. "Where do you wish to go, Fritz?" the queen asked with a little start, as though I had come suddenly across her thoughts. "To the Konigstrasse," said I. To my surprise she rose and caught my hand. "God bless you, Fritz!" she cried.
The equipages of the nobles rolled by. Every one whose rank gave him the privilege wished to offer his personal congratulations to the queen. And now in the Konigstrasse was seen a venerable procession.
Three had thus stopped and again proceeded, and an impatient grumble broke from the old lady as a fourth, a covered wagon, drew up before the door. "We don't want anything: go on, go on with you!" she cried shrilly. The carter got down from his seat without heeding her, and walked round to the back. "Here you are, sir," he cried. "Nineteen, Konigstrasse."
As they drove off in the gray drizzle with the unfounded hope that sooner or later the weather would be fine, they bade their driver be very slow in taking them through Konigstrasse, so that he should by no means Miss Heine's dwelling, and he duly stopped in front of a house bearing the promised bust.
I gave not a thought to the things of the surface of this globe into which I had dived; its cities and its sunny plains, Hamburg and the Königstrasse, even poor Gräuben, who must have given us up for lost, all were for the time dismissed from the pages of my memory. "Well," cried my uncle, "let us make a way with our pickaxes." "Too hard for the pickaxe." "Well, then, the spade."
Hamburg, the house on the Konigstrasse, my dear cousin Gretchen all that world which had before vanished like a shadow floated before my now vivid imagination. There they were before me, but how unreal. Under the influence of a terrible hallucination I saw all the incidents of our journey pass before me like the scenes of a panorama.
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