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Of this Count Ludwig might rest satisfied. And yet, in spite of the satisfaction this decision had given him, he continued to observe the disappearance of the moonlight from the veranda of the manor with far more attention than he bestowed upon the gradual darkening of the heavenly luminary itself.
"When I am with you, sire," said Von der Tann, "I know that you are king. When I saw how you led the troops in battle, I prayed that there could be no mistake. God give that I am right. But God help you if you are playing with old Ludwig von der Tann." When the old man had left the apartment Barney summoned an aide and sent for Butzow.
And now, with nothing further to obstruct him, he plies the spur vigorously, and keeps on at full gallop, not looking ahead, however, but with eyes all the while scanning the plain to his left, apprehensively, as fearing there to see a tall black hat, with a bunch of ostrich feathers floating above it. A night of dread suspense has been passed at the estancia of Ludwig Halberger.
Ludwig Vavel turned toward her, bowed courteously, and said in Talma's most exquisite French: "Do not be alarmed, ladies. You are perfectly safe. We are Hungarian gentlemen!" "But what do you want of us?" demanded the elder lady, haughtily surveying the count. "What business have we with you? We do not belong to the combatants."
Dominey read the few lines which seemed to take him back for a moment to another world: "Honoured and Honourable Sir, "I send you my heartiest and most respectful greeting. Of the progress of all matters here you will learn from another source. "I recommend to your notice and kindness my cousin, the bearer of this letter Mr. Ludwig Miller.
There were eight other children, the eldest son being only fourteen. The mother, a sweet, gentle little woman, found herself quite unable to support her large family of growing children. No one could blame her for accepting the hand of her husband's old friend, Ludwig Geyer, in less than a year after the loss of her first husband.
I believe there are plenty of them in the rivers of Paraguay; but, as it chances, I never came across one, either dead or alive." "I have," says Cypriano, "come across more than one, and many times. But once I well remember; for an awkward circumstance it was to myself." "How so, sobrino?" "Ah! that's a tale I never told you, Ludwig; but I'll tell it now, if you wish." "Oh I do wish it."
For answer he pointed to a small house that stood among the trees, some way from the road, and he said: "If I were Ludwig and not Christian, yet I would be here where Christian is, and not there where Ludwig is." And he pointed still at the house.
And Osra was for a long time very sorrowful for the fate of the lady whom the Prince of Glottenberg had loved; but since she saw Ludwig no more, and the joy of youth conquered her sadness, she ceased to mourn; and as she walked along she would wonder more and more what it might be, this great love that she did not feel. "For none will tell me, not even the Bishop of Modenstein," said she.
She fixed her gaze upon his hand, seized it in both her own, and falling on her knees with a loud cry of "Oh, Dios!" covered it with the warmest kisses. "Ah!" cried Ludwig, "nothing but gold is worthy to touch that beautiful little hand." And he asked Euchar if he could give him change for a thaler, as he had no smaller money about him.
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