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The girl felt deeply the music that she was playing, for it responded to something in her own nature; and so interested was she at this moment that she almost forgot his presence. Tears filled his eyes as he gazed at her longingly, lovingly. "Little heart! Ach, lieber Gott, my little Hélène; my little baby!
"Where did you take the chancellor to-night?" he asked. "Du lieber Gott! Was that his excellency? He said he was the chief steward." "So he is, my friend. I was only jesting. Where did you take him?" "I took him to the Krumerweg. He was there half an hour. Number forty." "Where did you take the veiled lady?" The coachman drew in suddenly and apprehensively. "Herr, are you from the police?"
Maddened with pain he exhibits symptoms of a most violent passion and becomes very aggressive. But the cunning maid appeals to the protecting presence of Fritz, the waiter, with other calls for beer, whispering in the ear of her love-lorn swain: "Nine, mine lieber Herr von Beerstein, ven you has married me once alretty, nicht wahr? Ach vas, den shall you kiss me yet some more, yaw!"
Her questions about the lieber Gott are better left unrecorded, and I was relieved when she began about the angels. "What do they wear for clothes?" she asked in her German-English. "Why, you've seen them in pictures," I answered, "in beautiful, long dresses, and with big, white wings." "Feathers?" she asked. "I suppose so, and long dresses, all white and beautiful." "Are they girlies?" "Girls?
Then, not louder than a heavy stroke upon a drum, came the detonation of the buried cartridges in the first hole, and the earth above them suddenly ballooned and burst like an over-inflated paper-bag and let through a spit of brief fire and a jet of smoke. "Ach, du lieber" began the Baron, and had the words chopped off short by the second explosion.
Surely you remember your former trials in Galicia?" "I have not forgotten them, lieber herr, nor the journey to Oviedo, nor 'the seven acorns, nor the fight with death in the barranco. But I must accomplish my destiny. I go now to Galicia, as is becoming a Swiss, at the expense of the government, with coach and mule, I mean in the galera.
But the whole day he sat and worked, and by the evening he had made a neat little pipkin, and round it was a set of bells, and as soon as the pot began to boil, the bells fell to jingling most sweetly and played the old melody: "Ach du lieber Augustin, Alles is weg, weg, weg!"
How had she taken their long, unexplained absence? Would she still be singing "Ach, mein lieber Augustine!" when they returned, and would there be a long clothes line bowed under the weight of clean white linen bleaching in the sun ready to be ironed?
I asked, first of one and then of another; but they were all too busy to answer. "Ach, lieber Gott!" said one, "I've no time for talking!" "Don't ask me, little Fraeulein," said another. "I have eight windows to clean up yonder, and only one pair of hands to do them with!" "If you want to know what is to do," said a third impatiently, "you had better come and see."
Sometimes I became desperate, when I found myself amongst rocks and barrancos, perhaps after having tasted no food from sunrise to sunset, and then I would raise my staff towards the sky and shake it, crying, Lieber herr Gott, ach lieber herr Gott, you must help me now or never. If you tarry, I am lost. You must help me now, now!
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