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She saw few English save M'riar and the landlady whose accent never tempted her to imitation. "He seemed to know you," she went on. "He seemed to wish, almost, to speak with you, but seemed to feel not positive that you were you." Kreutzer gave her a quick glance, then seemed to pull himself together with an effort. He assumed a carefully surprised air. "Who is he? Who is who, mine liebschen?"
But work he had and they could live, which surely was a great deal to be thankful for. "Ach, liebschen," he exclaimed on entering, anxious to apprise her of his luck, loath to tell her all its details. "I have work. I play first flute, from this time onwards, in a pleasure park."
"Yes; it will come to you, of course; but not for a long time, and you must be very careful," he added in a greatly altered, less magnetic voice. "You must love no one until I tell you." "Can one make love wait?" "Ah well yes one must!" "But father " "Wait! You must not question me, mine liebschen; but, someday it may be that I shall no longer flute-play in a garden.
Three weeks and we will have Paris. Two months and we will loot London." This was the plan. How significant that letter, taken from the dead body of a German boy found in No Man's Land, near Compiègne. "Within three days, Liebschen, we will be in Paris. I intend to bring you a pocketful of Paris rings and jewels, with Paris gowns and laces."
It would be only human if she yielded to an impulse to be critical, only human if, against her will, she felt contempt for his dire poverty. The black thought filled his soul with bitterness. "Look," he said, and rose with a sudden gesture almost of despair. "What must you think of me, my liebschen? Poor little rooms! They are no place for you. Ah, no; for you the grand and beautiful home of Mrs.
"I think it is 'An Invitation to the Dance," said he, and smiled again, more sweetly, more convincingly than ever. "'Around, around, around!" he muttered, bitterly, sarcastically, as he turned away from her. "What, father?" "That melody, so sweet; those words, so full of lovely sentiment they cling in my old mind, my liebschen," said Herr Kreutzer, to cover up his error. "They what you call it?
"There, all the week," he went on with less virulence, "you have, as her companion, the happy life I wish for you, Ah, your old father does not grudge you that, my liebschen! And, after all, you do not falter in your love. My poverty does not make you forget me eh?" "Forget you, father? These hours are pleasantest of all!
Keep running in my head ah, around, around within my head, my liebschen." "Somehow, I am af-raid that you do not, really, like the place where you are playing." "It is a fine, a splendid park, my Anna," Kreutzer cried in haste. "I am a grumbler an old grumbler. I am puzzled, Anna, that is all. Quite all. There is no cause for you to worry."
"Father," she asked presently, "why did you change the tickets?" "Change the tickets, Anna? I have not changed the tickets." "But you told the landlady we were to sail from Southampton. The tickets, which you showed to me, say Liverpool." "A little strategy, mine Anna; just a little strategy." "I do not understand." "No, liebschen; you do not," he granted gravely.
It is the glow of ardor in the eyes, reflected from the flame which burns deep in the heart the flame which melts, which welds a link, a mystic bond, to bind for all eternity." He opened his eyes, now, and smiled at her. "That, liebschen that is love ah, that is love. Your mother taught me all about it. Be careful careful, Anna about love!" "It sounds so splendid as you speak of it!
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