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Nelle turned quickly to Riekje: "Get up, my girl, so that I may see whether I am to kiss your good-for- nothing husband." Dolf bent over Riekje and looked under her chair, pretending not to find anything at first; finally he held the jug of milk triumphantly out at arm's length. He laughed gayly, his hand on his thigh: "Ah! who'll be kissed now, mother? Who'll be kissed?"
Dolf! dear Dolf!" cried Riekje, each time. "Why does he not come back?" "I see the lamps in the houses and boats being put out one by one. Dolf will be in directly," said Nelle to quiet her. But Dolf did not return. Two hours after midnight Riekje was in such pain that she had to go to bed. Madame Puzzel sat beside her and Nelle told her beads. Two hours passed thus. "Dolf! Dolf!"
Nicholas were in full swing in the little room under the bridge; two candles burned in the brass candle- sticks, and the stove roared like water which rushes from a lock when the gates are opened. The good Nelle pushed the door and Tobias went in quietly, thinking of the happy days which he had just recalled.
Then the good Nelle fell into a chair and slapped her knee with her hand as she rocked herself backwards and forwards. At last the table was spread; the plates shone round and bright as the moon in water, while the pewter forks beside them were bright as silver. Nelle opened the saucepan for the last time, tasted the gravy, and raising the big tin spoon, in command, cried: "Come to table.
Dolf poured the batter into the frying-pan, but not in a ring, as Nelle did, for his idea was to make a mannikin such as are to be seen in the bakers' shop windows on the eve of St. Nicholas. The body and head were soon visible; then came the arms and legs. Dolf, leaning over his work, carefully guided the spoon, for fear of pouring the mixture too quickly or too slowly.
Dolf heard a voice say within himself: "Die, Jacques Karnavash; there is not room in the world for you and Riekje's child." To this another voice replied: "Live, Jacques Karnavash, for it would be better to strike your mother dead." "There's Dolf bringing Madame Puzzel back with him," said Nelle, after about an hour.
Filarmonici: mi raccommando via sempre nelle grazie di lei e non cesso d'affligermi nel vedermi lontano dalla persona del mondo che maggiormente amo, venero e stimo, e di cui inviolabilmente mi protesto di V. Pta molto Rda umilissmo e devotssmo servitore, Salisburgo, 4 Settembre, 1776. "Salzburg, Sept. 4, 1776.
Dolf looked carefully at the pieces which Nelle gave him, smelt them, and after a moment's pause, brought his fist down on the table and cried: "God forgive me, Riekje, it's scheisels." It was indeed ox tripe prepared in the Flemish manner, with liver, heart and lungs. Dolf put his fork into the biggest pieces first, and as he swallowed them, rubbed his hands over his stomach to show his approval.
"Our lad has been lucky," said Nelle to her husband. "Riekje is a dear lass. She brought joy with her when she entered our house, Tobias." "We are very poor, Nelle," he replied, "but old parents like ourselves can have no greater happiness than to see their children sitting round their fire in love with one another." "They love one another as we loved, Tobias."
Now you can enjoy yourselves." They moved the big chest up to the table, for there were two chairs only, and Dolf sat on it near Riekje. Tobias took a chair, placed another beside him for Nelle, stretched out his legs and crossed his hands over his stomach. Then a cloud of smoke rose up to the wooden roof and the saucepan appeared on the table, making a sound like the melting of snow in the sun.
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