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He measured a good washstand pitcher in height, and I smiled. "If I drink a great deal of Munchen beer I sweat so," said Herr Hoffmann. "When I am here, in the fields or before my baths, I sweat, but I enjoy it; but in the town it is not at all the same thing." Prompted by the thought, he wiped his neck and face with his dinner napkin and carefully cleaned his ears.
But the steam was screaming itself so loudly that no one, had there been any one nigh, would have heard him; and in another minute or so the train stopped with a jar and a jerk, and he in his cage could hear men crying aloud, "Munchen! Munchen!" Then he knew enough of geography to know that he was in the heart of Bavaria.
It shows the painter admirably in his purely Giorgionesque phase, the authentic date bearing witness that it was painted during the lifetime of the Castelfranco master. Die Galerien zu München und Dresden, p. 74.
The following year the Imperial army was again defeated on the Lach. Thereupon Gustavus occupied München, though he was subsequently compelled by Wallenstein to evacuate the city. The last great victory of Gustavus was at Lützen in 1632, at which battle the great leader met his death.
He had been ill of gout for some time; a man of much malady always, with no want of vexations and apprehensions. Too likely the Austrians will drive him out of Munchen again; then nothing but furnished lodgings, and the French to depend upon.
'Rumor of D'Harcourt? answers Khevenhuller from the Kelheim-Passau side of things: 'Let us wait for sight of him, at least! And orders Munchen to be reoccupied.
"They must need many, too!" said the visitor. "New hats, new all things, but nothing white. In Munchen we could not do it; we are a safing peeble." "Where's that?" "In Munchen. You say 'Munich." "Well, I never been to Munich, but I took in the Mediterranean trip, and I tell you, outside o' some right good scenery, all I saw was mighty dirty and mighty shiftless and mighty run-down at the heel.
He was undeniably dressed up for the occasion. My critical eye, however, discovered a pair of well-worn striped trousers badly stained, slightly frayed at the bottom and inclined to bag outward at the knee. Perhaps I should have said that he was dressed up from the knee. "This is the great Herr Schwartzmuller, of the Imperial galleries in Munchen," said the Count introducing us.
Led by fond hopes, and driven also by that sad fear, of a Visit from his Britannic Majesty, the poor Kaiser, in the rear of those late Seckendorf successes, quitted Frankfurt, April 17th; and the second day after, got to Munchen.
"See, the white guards are still in possession." A group of soldiers with white sleeve-bands over the gray-green of their uniforms passed in an empty street. "There will be white guards at the station, too," she went on. "The attack will come to-night. It must." She looked intently at von Stinnes who, opening his eyes suddenly, whispered, "Ah, Mathilde ... there was once another München...."
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