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At a word from him, Furst sprang to collect utensils for making coffee. Heinrich Krafft opened his eyes and followed their movements; and the look he had for Schilsky was as warily watchful as a cat's.
Some of them must know where the bombs are, being native to this planet." Lea started to say something, but he rushed on, drowning out her words. "You have just as big a job. Show the magter to Krafft, explain the significance of the brain-parasite to him. Try to get him to talk to Hys about the last raid. Try to get him to hold off the attack.
That means you still expected the magter to be sending their bombs to Nyjord and you made the landings in spite of this knowledge." "Of course," Professor Krafft said, astonished at Brion's lack of understanding. "What else could we do? The magter are sick!" Hys laughed aloud at Brion's baffled expression. "You have to understand Nyjord psychology," he said.
But it was of no use. Stepping over to Maurice, Krafft bowed low, and held his hat against his breast. "It is impossible for you to understand how deeply it has interested me to meet you," he said. "Allow me, from the bottom of my heart, to wish you success." Whereupon, before Maurice could say "damn!" he was gone again, leaving his elfin laugh behind him in the air, like smoke.
Until now, Avery Hill had sat indifferent, as though what went on had nothing to do with her; but no sooner had Krafft commenced to play than she grew uneasy; her eyes lost their cold assurance, and, suddenly getting up and going round to the front of the piano, she pushed the young man's hands from the keys.
My presence on the planet means that Krafft won't keep his threat to drop the bombs any earlier than the midnight deadline. That would be deliberately murdering me. I doubt if my presence past midnight will stop him, but it should keep the bombs away at least until then." "What will you accomplish besides committing suicide?" Lea pleaded. "You just told me how a single man can't stop the bombs.
Judge Samuel Kunz and the dentist, Oscar Pottpetschmidt, who was an excellent singer. The three old friends had often talked about Christophe, and they had played all his music that they could find. Pottpetschmidt sang, Schulz accompanied, and Kunz listened. They would go into ecstasies for hours together. How often had they said while they were playing: "Ah! If only Krafft were here!"
In the distance, a church-clock struck a quarter to twelve, and it was on Maurice's tongue to suggest that they should move homewards, when, with one of his unexpected transitions, Krafft turned to him and said in a low voice: "What do you say? Shall you and I be friends?" Maurice hesitated, in some embarrassment. "Why yes, I should be very glad." "And you will let me say 'DU' to you?"
And one day, when Christophe was battling with her father about the Elsbergers, the Commandant saw her smile: he asked her what she was thinking, and she replied calmly: "I think M. Krafft is right." The Commandant was taken aback, and said: "You ... you surprise me!... However, right or wrong, we are what we are. And there's no reason why we should know these people. Isn't it so, my dear?"
How do you manage to live here?" "One does it somehow." "I couldn't never." Christophe unbuttoned his waistcoat and took a long breath. Olivier went and opened the window wide. "You must be very unhappy in a town, M. Krafft. But there's no danger of my suffering from too much vitality. I breathe so little that I can live anywhere.
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