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When Ross relaxed somewhat, the other pushed against him, only to have Ross flinch to one side. Kurt could not stop himself, and his head cracked against the wheel of the cat. He went limp. Ross made the most of the next few moments. He brought his belt from under his parka, twisting it around Kurt's wrists with no gentleness. Then he wriggled about, changing places with the unconscious man.
Some time later the Saracens stronghold was attacked by Christians and the knight set free. In due course he returned to Rüdesheim, where he was welcomed by Gisela, and the day after his arrival a young knight named Kurt of Falkenstein begged him for her hand.
Lenore could only gasp her intense eagerness and sit trembling, hands over her heart, while the child babbled. "I listened, and I peeped in," was Kathleen's reiterated statement. "Kurt was awake. He spoke, too, but very soft. Say, he knows he's at 'Many Waters. I heard him say, 'Lenore'.... Oh, I'm so happy, Lenore that before he dies he'll know you talk to you." "Hush, child!" whispered Lenore.
With his hand on his gun and hugging the bulging coat pockets close to him, Kurt settled himself for what he believed would be interminable hours. He strained eyes and ears for a possible attack from the riffraff I.W.W. men hidden there in the car. And that was why, perhaps, that it seemed only a short while until the train bumped and slowed, preparatory to stopping.
Kurt snorted. "Danger you have not yet known the meaning of danger, little man. Not until now. I ask you again, do you want to end like Hardy? They have not yet looped you in with all their big talk. That is why I came here tonight. If you know what is good for you, Murdock, you will make a break before they tape you " "Tape me?" Kurt's laugh was full of anger, not amusement. "Oh, yes.
"We can do it whenever we want to, numb-nuts!" Kurt shot back. "Then why haven't you?" Betty asked. "Because we can't do it whenever we want to," Denny admitted, giving Kurt a dark look. "It takes planning, preparation... recruitment, teamwork. And it's going to be a lot more difficult if you stand in our way. So..." "You want us to agree with you?" Ritchie asked.
"The genius in the British trenches went on with the preparation of the next surprise bomb against the arrival of Kurt and Karl.... "Hans, Fritz, Kurt, Karl, Michael and Wilhelm; it went for quite a long time before they grew suspicious.... "You once wrote that all fighting ought to be done nowadays by metal soldiers. I perceive, my dear Daddy, that all real fighting is...." Section 11
He prodded the floating blue-clad thing with his wand, failed, tried again successfully as it came round, and as it went out into the stream it turned over, the light gleamed on golden hair and it was Kurt! It was Kurt, white and dead and very calm. There was no mistaking him. There was still plenty of light for that.
Before he could take that first forward step the one who waited behind the window-curtains had passed before him, an ungainly figure of a man, who limped upon one knee and whose black beard fell like a curtain before his cruel mouth and lips Kurt, whom men called the "Knacker." A knife was in his hand, and he struck once and twice at Quinton Edge.
I have no way to pass my leisure but writing. I can hardly read at all. But I cannot do any of these things. I cannot forget what I am here for. I cannot forget that I am training to kill men. Never do I forget that soon I will face death. What a terrible, strange, vague thrill that sends shivering over me! Amusement and forgetfulness are past for Kurt Dorn. I am concerned with my soul.
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