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Using his staff skilfully, sounding as he went, and looking upward, with bent shoulders, as it were to resist the mere idea of a fall from above, Obenreizer softly led. Vendale closely followed. They were yet in the midst of their dangerous way, when there came a mighty rush, followed by a sound as of thunder. Obenreizer clapped his hand on Vendale's mouth and pointed to the track behind them.
For the present, he merely touched upon the pleasure that Wilding and Co. would soon have in entreating Miss Obenreizer to honour their establishment with her presence a curious old place, though a bachelor house withal and so did not protract his visit beyond such a visit's ordinary length.
You have had experience, when you were in the Swiss house, of their way of doing business. Can you guess what object they have in view?" Obenreizer offered a suggestion. "Suppose I examine the receipt?" he said. "Are you ill?" asked Vendale, startled by the change in his face, which now showed itself plainly for the first time. "Pray go to the fire.
Where was the material prosperity of such a country as that to stop? Obenreizer, projecting himself into the future, failed to see the end of it. Obenreizer's enthusiasm entreated permission to exhale itself, English fashion, in a toast.
It is only a privileged few whose eyes can look at it. I give the privilege to your good father's son you shall be one of the favoured few who enter the room with me. See! here it is, on the right-hand wall at the side of the door." "An ordinary clock," exclaimed Obenreizer. "No! Not an ordinary clock. It has only one hand." "Aha!" said Maitre Voigt. "Not an ordinary clock, my friend. No, no.
You Englishmen say we Swiss are mercenary. Truly, it does look like it." They had divided between the two knapsacks such refreshments as they had been able to obtain that morning, and as they deemed it prudent to take. Obenreizer carried the wine as his share of the burden; Vendale, the bread and meat and cheese, and the flask of brandy.
He turned, and addressed himself again to Obenreizer. "I can think of nothing comparable to you, Mr. Obenreizer, but granite and even that wears out in course of time. In the interests of peace and quietness for the sake of your own dignity relax a little.
"Fie, fie, Miss Marguerite," said Obenreizer. "You speak in proud England." "I speak in proud earnest," she answered, quietly resuming her work, "and I am not English, but a Swiss peasant's daughter." There was a dismissal of the subject in her words, which Vendale could not contend against.
Do you give it up?" cried Maitre Voigt, in high triumph. "Listen, my good fellow, and tell me if you hear nothing inside?" Obenreizer listened for a moment, and started back from the door. "I know!" he exclaimed. "I heard of this when I was apprenticed here at the watchmaker's. Perrin Brothers have finished their famous clock-lock at last and you have got it?" "Bravo!" said Maitre Voigt.
"Anything but a blessing to the rest of the house," rejoined Vendale, "if I had to be knocked up in the morning from the outside of my bedroom door." "I, too," said Obenreizer, "leave open my room. But let me advise you, as a Swiss who knows: always, when you travel in my country, put your papers and, of course, your money under your pillow. Always the same place."
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