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Updated: June 12, 2025
Barbara went back to her room, but hours elapsed ere Maria found the slumber she sought. The next morning two horsemen, dressed in neat livery, were waiting before the door of a handsome House in Nobelstrasse, near the market-place. A third was leading two sturdy roan steeds up and down, and a stable-boy held by the bridle a gaily-bedizened, long maned pony.
As he marched through Nobelstrasse with it, he heard the low, clear melody of a woman's voice issuing from an open window of the Hoogstraten mansion. He listened, and noticing with a shudder how much Henrica's voice for the singer must be the young lady resembled Isabella's, ordered the drummer to beat the drum.
The next morning a servant came from the Hoogstraten house and gave Wilhelm a note, in which he was briefly requested to come to Nobelstrasse at two o'clock in the afternoon, neither earlier nor later. He did not wish to say "yes" he could not say "no," and went to the house at the appointed hour. Henrica was awaiting him in the little room adjoining the hall.
But as the doctor was preparing to go, she stopped him, saying: "I will come." The manners of this blunt, but unselfish and clever man were familiar to Maria who, without waiting for a reply, brought her shawl, and led the way downstairs. As they passed by the kitchen, Bontius called to Barbara: "Tell Meister Peter, I have taken his wife to see Fraulein Van Hoogstraten in Nobelstrasse."
The door was ajar, but a servant sat close behind it to answer those who sought admission. On a morning early in May the musician, Wilhelm Corneliussohn, and Janus Dousa turned the corner of Nobelstrasse. Both men were engaged in eager conversation, but as they approached the straw and sand, their voices became lower and then ceased entirely.
On the evening of the third day after Wilhelm's interview with Henrica, his way led him through Nobelstrasse past the Hoogstraten mansion. Ere reaching it, he saw two gentlemen, preceded by a servant carrying a lantern, cross the causeway towards it. Wilhelm's attention was attracted. The servant now seized the knocker, and the light of his lantern fell on the men's faces.
As he marched through Nobelstrasse with it, he heard the low, clear melody of a woman's voice issuing from an open window of the Hoogstraten mansion. He listened, and noticing with a shudder how much Henrica's voice for the singer must be the young lady resembled Isabella's, ordered the drummer to beat the drum.
The door was ajar, but a servant sat close behind it to answer those who sought admission. On a morning early in May the musician, Wilhelm Corneliussohn, and Janus Dousa turned the corner of Nobelstrasse. Both men were engaged in eager conversation, but as they approached the straw and sand, their voices became lower and then ceased entirely.
The first story in the Hoogstraten mansion was brightly lighted, but in the second a faint, steady glow streamed into Nobelstrasse from a single window, while she for whom the lamp burned sat beside a table, her eyes sparkling with a feverish glitter, as she pressed her forehead against the marble top. Henrica was entirely alone in the wide, lofty room her aunt had assigned her.
The door was ajar, but a servant sat close behind it to answer those who sought admission. On a morning early in May the musician, Wilhelm Corneliussohn, and Janus Dousa turned the corner of Nobelstrasse. Both men were engaged in eager conversation, but as they approached the straw and sand, their voices became lower and then ceased entirely.
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