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This refrain threatening for the third time, three or four of the girls led by Bertha Martin, supplied it in a subdued singsong without waiting for Pastor Lahmann's slow voice. Miriam had scarcely attended to his discourse. He had begun in flat easy tones, describing his visit to Geneva, the snowclad mountains, the quiet lake, the spring flowers.
Coming up the basement stairs in response to the tea-gong, Miriam thought there were visitors in the hall and hesitated; then there was Pastor Lahmann's profile disappearing towards the door and Fraulein patting and dismissing two of his boys.
His face looked white and clear and firm and undisturbed, Miriam wanted to arrest him and ask him something what he thought of the weather he looked so different from her memory of him in the saal two Saturdays ago two weeks four classes she must have missed. Why? Why was she missing Pastor Lahmann's classes? How had it happened? Perhaps she would see him in class again. Perhaps next week....
"I wonder what we shall do to-morrow," she presently murmured. "I don't," gasped Gertrude, towelling. Miriam waited for the prophecy. "Old Lahmann's back from Geneva," came the harsh panting voice. "Pastor Lahmann?" repeated Miriam. "None other, Madame." "Have you seen him?" went on Miriam dimly, wishing that she might be released. "Scots wha hae, no! But I saw Lily's frills."
"Are those Pastor Lahmann's boys?" said Miriam, noticing Gertrude's hair was coarse, each hair a separate thread. "She's the wiry plucky kind. How she must despise me," said her mind. "Well," said Gertrude, switching back her curtain to lace her boots. "Long may Lily beam. I like summer weather myself." Miriam turned away. Gertrude half-dressed behind the curtains was too clever for her.
Miriam did not turn her eyes from Pastor Lahmann's face to look at her, but half expected that at the end of the next verse her low clear devout tones would be heard joining in. Part way through the verse with a startling sweep of draperies against the leather covering of the sofa, Fraulein stood up and towered extraordinarily tall at Pastor Lahmann's right hand. Her eyes were wide.
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