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"Sag' mal, Minna..." he began. Mortimer turned on him savagely. "Hold your tongue, No. 13," he cried, "are you mad? What the devil do you mean by it? You know the rules!" By way of reply, "No. 13" broke into a regular frenzy of coughing which left him gasping for breath. "Pardon! I haf' forgot!" he wheezed out between the spasms. The woman went over to Mortimer and put out tier gloved hand.
Galland and Minna saw her ghostlike as she passed through the living-room, their startled questions unheeded. Could it be true that she had betrayed every decent attribute of a woman in vain? Why had the counter-attack failed? Because Westerling had been too strong, too clever, for old Partow? Because God was still with the heaviest battalions?
Over his dinner and his pipe he was silent, manifesting, however, a sort of sheepishness and constraint that were not less strange in the eyes of Aunt Hedwig and Minna than was the sudden revival of his interest in tobacco and food. As he smoked, a pleasant thought came to him.
"I don't believe it!" said Mrs. Malcolm. "He wouldn't dare." "Wouldn't dare?" Burnaby laughed shortly. "My dear Minna, he'd dare anything if it gave him a sense of power." "But why why did he choose us? We're not so important as all that?" "Because well, Bewsher's name came up. Because, well, you heard what he said self-revelation men who had sweated.
It did not matter to Minna and Louie that they had no interests to fill their days, that their life had been nothing but parties and intervals of waiting for parties, because it had only lasted four or five years. It had done what it was intended to do, it had settled them very comfortably with husbands.
But as she would not forego the benefit of rapid transit, our grandmother was obliged, even after her daughter's marriage, to hire an open truck for her, on which, with her faithful maid Minna, and one of her dogs, or sometimes with her husband or a friend as a companion, she established herself comfortably in an armchair of her own, with various other conveniences about her.
Keller's consideration for his sister. For the moment, Fritz was simply confounded. He looked at Minna recovered himself and favored his father with another suggestion. "I have got it now!" he exclaimed. "Why not spare my aunt the fatigue of the journey? Let us all start for Bavaria to morrow, and have the marriage at Munich!"
But she was of better stuff than most girls: she was certainly better than Minna, whom he had so loved. She was a good girl, no coquette, not at all vain, and until Christophe came it had never occurred to her that she was plain, or if it had, it had not worried her: for none of her family bothered about it.
As I retraced in my mind the loved image of my Minna, and depicted her sweet countenance all pale and in tears, such as I had beheld her in my late disgrace, the bold and sarcastic visage of Rascal would ever and anon thrust itself between us.
"Come and see how it looks," said Minna; "I should so like to have your opinion." "I will follow you directly, my dear. There is something I have forgotten in the office." The events of the day had ended in making Jack drowsy; he was half-asleep on the window-seat. Mrs. Wagner effectually roused him. "Mr. Keeper of the Keys," she said; "I want my desk opened." Jack was on his legs in an instant.
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