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"Hier ist meine Frau!" A battered-looking woman came hurrying down the passage, calling out in German, "Don't let him go!" With a snarling sound the shoemaker turned his back, and shambled off. The woman furtively thrust a letter into Swithin's hand, and furtively waited. The letter was from Rozsi. "Forgive me" it ran "that I leave you and do not say goodbye.
He advances with hasty strides and bent-down head to his rostrum, an elevated platform, on which stands a plain, high, pine desk. He unfolds his notes, looks over the rim of his spectacles at the attentive hearers, who sit ready to write down the words of wisdom he is about to utter, and begins with the short address, "Meine Herren."
Marmion here has a nooning spread in the forest; ere we go on to Thirsk, where I have a matter to settle between two wrong-headed churls. How has it been with you, Jamie? you have added to your meine. 'Ah, Hal! never in all your cut-purse days did you fall on such an emprise as I have achieved.
'What did Wilenski play? he asked confusedly, as they moved towards the staircase. 'Something of Grieg's Mr. Wilbraham is going to sing "Wie bist du, meine Koniginn" Brahms, you know. But you don't really care for music. 'What an astounding accusation! 'You don't really care for it. I've known that since we were at Leipzig. 'I have never pretended to appreciate music as you do.
He summoned her at once to the palace, and within five days he presented her to the court, saying as he did so: "Meine Herren, I present you to my best friend." In less than a month this curious monarch had given Lola the title of Countess of Landsfeld. A handsome house was built for her, and a pension of twenty thousand florins was granted her. This was in 1847.
Adolph Himmelheber, the present curator, I am permitted to transcribe a few, the imperfect German of the poet being preserved: November 18, 1889, 4:15 P.M. Giebt es kein Feuer in diese verfluchte Bierstube? Meine Füsse sind so kalt wie Eiszapfen! April 12, 1890, 5:20 P.M. Der Kerl is verrückt! May 22, 1890, 4:40 P.M. Sie sind so eselhaft wie ein Schauspieler!
"Platt Deutsch spricht-sie, ja?" Clara had said. It seemed as if there were no more to be said about the housekeeper. At prayers when they were all saying "Vater unser," she heard Jimmie murmur, "Ik kenne meine Tasse." Fraulein Pfaff came upstairs behind the girls and ordered silence as they went to their rooms.
Five successive charges storm upon them, fruitless: "Steady, MEINE KINDER; fix bayonets, handle ramrods! There is the Horse-deluge thundering in upon you; reserve your fire, till you see the whites of their eyes, and get the word; then give it them, and again give it them: see whether any man or any horse can stand it!"
But this book that she and Harriett had banished and wanted to burn in their early teens together with "Sandford and Merton."... "You are reading 'Misunderstood'?" she faltered, glancing at the four politely waiting girls. It was Minna who answered her in her husky, eager voice. "D'ja, d'ja," she responded, "na, ich meine, yace, yace we read so sweet and beautiful book not?"
The billows of gold hair in the gallery were being piled up by two little hands white and plump like Eve's, but with quick clever irritating movements, and a thin sweet self-conscious voice began singing "Du, meine Seele." Miriam lost interest in the vision.... They were all the same. Men liked creatures like that. She could imagine that girl married.
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