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As she returned she half saw Fraulein Pfaff, sitting as if enthroned on a high-backed chair in front of the centremost of the mirrors filling the wall spaces between the long French windows, signal to her, to come to that side of the room.
After this ascent Robertson became acquainted with some savants of Hamburg, and amongst others with Professor Pfaff, who was interested in aerial travelling as a means of settling certain meteorological problems. Some days after Robertson's ascent, the professor wrote to him "You speak of a certain height at which the hydrogen gas will find itself in equilibrium in the air of the atmosphere.
It is refreshing to turn aside from speculation to revelation, from conjectures and theories to proven facts, and no one has stated ascertained facts, touching the origin of man, more succinctly and more clearly than Prof. Dr. Friedrich Pfaff, professor of Natural Science in the University of Erlangen.
"All right," said Miriam, going back into the room. Collecting her music she went incredulously upstairs. This was school with a vengeance. This was boarding-school. It was abominable. Fraulein Pfaff indeed! Ordering her, Miriam, to go downstairs and have her hair washed... by Frau Krause... off-hand, without any warning ... someone should have told her and let her choose. Her hair was clean.
There was something at any rate to give her German girls.... She could say, "There are no rules for English pronunciation, but what is usual at the University of Oxford is decisive for cultured people" "decisive for cultured people." She must remember that for the class. "Na, was sticken Sie da Miss Henderson?" It was Fraulein Pfaff.
She wished she could place her hands on either side of its slenderness and feel the delicate skull and gaze undisturbed into the eyes. Fraulein Pfaff rose at last from the table. "Na, Kinder," she smiled, holding her arms out to them all. She turned to the nearest window. "Die Fenster auf!" she cried, in quivering tones, "Die Herzen auf!" "Up with windows! Up with hearts!"
Something led me to take down this brochure the other day an old attempt of mine to write about the weathering of rocks. It was printed in '76, and no sooner had it seen the light than friends of mine wanted to know what I meant by appropriating, without acknowledgement, certain facts quite recently pointed out by Professor Pfaff of Erlangen!
Oh yes Sally so there had Sally but then Sally was couldn't have been anything else never could have held a position of any sort. They ought not to call Fraulein Pfaff that. It was, somehow, nasty. Did the English girls do it? Ought she to have said anything? Mademoiselle did not seem at all shocked. Where was Fraulein Pfaff all this time?
Miriam who had as yet hardly spoken to her, did not know whether to stand or to remain seated. She half rose and then Fraulein Pfaff took the chair near her and Miriam sat down, stiff with fear. She could not remember the name of the thing she was making.
"And sensitive to light, too. You were vairy, vairy blonde, even more blonde than you are now, as a child, mademoiselle?" "Na guten Tag, Herr Pastor." Fraulein Pfaff's smiling voice sounded from the little door. Pastor Lahmann stepped back. Miriam was pleased at the thought of being grouped with him in the eyes of Fraulein Pfaff.
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