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Before it had died away, Beate said to the girl, "Bring him in and do what you can for him." The Raven-mother also rose, saying, "We'll have a look at him. Didn't he give his name?" "Engraver Kosch, he said three times and how he said it!" answered the sturdy girl, grinning. "And he said other things too ... that he came from White of Egg, he said, and Ashes or ... I don't know what all else."
The lime-trees were like their own leaves, standing up like great green hearts. All this Herr Kosch pointed out. "Yes, like hearts," she answered, smiling. "I've often noticed that each tree is like its own leaf. Have you ever heard the tops of the trees whispering to each other.
But he scarcely noticed her, and went on arguing in his curt, pugnacious way with the suitors, who looked at him as if he were some mad animal. When the party began to break up, she said to the Raven-mother firmly and audibly, so that they all heard it, "Herr Kosch will stay here. It is too late now for him to go down into Weimar to find an inn. Have the guest-room got ready for him."
"Do you remember the night when your father lay dying, and we sat here and waited for him to draw his last breath eh, child?" The girl nodded. "Do you know that Herr Kosch shows a decided inclination to take to drinking?" She nodded again, her eyes staring straight before her, full of pain. "And in spite of that ...? Tell me, is it absolutely necessary for a woman to be entirely without reason?
And now Beate Rauchfuss, as an old woman, sat at the end of an afternoon in her garden on the Ettersberg. All was over that she had once known joys, longings, hopes, desires, and powers; and Herr Kosch was gone too. She, that loved most deeply, had the most to bear for she bore him the rest of his life. His sufferings were her sufferings, the movements of his life also the movements of hers.
And did this new light give you such immeasurable joy that you wanted to do a war-dance with cries of triumph!" "No, Herr Kosch, I have never had such a joy," said the girl. "You see, Mamsell," he laughed "and you wanted to talk with me!" "Is what people do nothing in your eyes?" she asked, anxious to know what he thought on this point. "What people do? What do you mean?"
Meantime Herr Kosch was roaming about the courtyard and stables, and finally, coming into the garden, he spied his young hostess. "Well," he said to himself, "suppose we make an exception, and see how long it will be before she begins the yawning game. It'll be worth the trouble, after all."
Herr Sperber and some of the others saw the girl resting in the stranger's arms. "Good Lord!" As quickly as his short legs permitted, Sperber reached the spot. "What's the matter?" he cried. "What's the matter?" "My fiancée seems a little unwell," said Herr Kosch gravely. "Your what?" cried Herr Sperber.
And then one of them crows himself up in the big barnyard to the position of a demigod! Lord, how the fellow must be bored with the rest of the tribe!" "And how do you feel, Mr. Barnyard Cock?" asked Sperber's nephew, raising his glass. "Here's to you!" "To you!" said Herr Kosch, bowing very low toward him and trying to fix a somewhat unsteady gaze upon him.
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