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Opening a notebook, Krafft tore out one of the little pages, and, with his customary indolence of movement, wrote something on it. Then he folded it through the middle, and across again, and gave it to Maurice. Maurice took it, because there seemed nothing else for him to do; he also, for the same reason, took his coat and hat, which some one handed to him.
The miner or immigrant, diseased, discouraged, out of luck, more often died either actually or morally. So much had this first interview caught his interest that Keith dropped in on his new acquaintance quite often. It soon became evident that Krafft lived in what might be called decent poverty. The one fine rig-out in which he made his public appearances was most carefully preserved.
He leaned forward, and said, not without pathos: "Old man, we are all your friends here. Something's the matter. Tell us what it is." Before Schilsky could reply, Krafft awakened from his apparent stupor to say with extreme distinctness: "I'll tell you. There's been the devil to pay." "Now, chuck it, Krafft!" cried one or two, not without alarm at the turn things might take.
In one such moment of esthetic emotion in Amelie's back-shop, he improvised a revolutionary song, which was at once tried, repeated, and on the very next day spread to every group of the working-classes. He compromised himself. He was marked by the police. "That Krafft of yours is making himself a nuisance," said Bernard to Manousse. "He's playing the braggart.
But Madeleine had hardly closed the door behind them, when, like a whirlwind, Krafft burst into the room again. "Mada, I forgot to ask you something," he said in a stage-whisper, drawing her aside. "Tell me you KUPPLERIN, you! does he know her?" He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at Maurice. Madeleine shook her head, in real vexation and distress, and laid a finger on her lip.
Put granddaddy Krafft in charge instead." "But Hys is in charge of an army now?" "All volunteers, too few of them and too little money. Too little and too damned late to do any good. I'll tell you we did our best, but it could never be good enough. And for this we get called butchers." There was a catch in Telt's voice now, an undercurrent of emotion he couldn't suppress.
He was still in this position, making persuasive little noises, when the door opened, and Avery Hill, his companion of a previous occasion, entered. At the sight of Krafft crouching on the floor, she paused with her hand on the door, and looked from him to Maurice. "Heinz?" she said interrogatively. Then she saw the saucer of milk, and understood.
Two or three with exaggerated indifference inquired after M. Krafft. He was a handsome, good-natured creature, splendidly healthy, affable, with that imperturbable tranquillity which comes to a man from the consciousness of being in sole possession of the truth, the whole truth.
Oh, won't you understand?" An inward satisfaction, of which only he himself knew the cause, warmed Krafft through at seeing her prostrate before him.
As it was, he soon induced his friend to study in a more methodical way; they practised for the same number of hours in the forenoon, and met in the afternoon; and Krafft only sometimes broke through this arrangement, by appearing in the BRAUSTRASSE early in the morning, and, despite remonstrance, throwing himself on the sofa, and remaining there, while Maurice practised.
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