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You will sew evil thoughts into my veil,” replied Eleanore, filled with forebodings. Philippina got up. “Well, it’s torn anyway, the veil,” she said in a defiant tone; “if harm is to come it will come; you can’t keep it off by sending me away.” Philippina left the room. The injury to the veil was not as great as Eleanore had feared.
He had not noticed how Philippina had listened to every syllable that fell from his lips; how she was holding her breath; that her features were lighted up from within by a terrible flame of fire. He did notice, however, that she got up at the close of his remarks and left the room with rustling steps. Five minutes later she was standing before Jordan’s house.
“Lord, Lord,” they cried, as a nerve-racking cry from Eleanore rang through the bleak house. Daniel sprang up the steps. “Run for Dr. Müller just as fast as your feet can carry you,” said Daniel to Philippina, who was then standing in the kitchen in her bare feet with her hair hanging down her back. Daniel was breathing heavily; Philippina was making some tea.
Speak to me!” The prostitute was obliged to stretch out her arms. He sat down beside her with a solemn ceremoniousness. Then he removed the pin from her hat, and laid the hat tenderly to one side. She had to lean her head on his shoulder. With that he fell into a dreamy meditation. Philippina came up to Gertrude in the living room. Daniel was not at home.
Jordan also left his room and looked on, sighing. Others came in and started trouble. Philippina came up to Eleanore, and, with a smile on her face as if she were going to tell of some great good fortune that had come to the family, said: “There’s another down there, Eleanore; come down and give him a piece of your mind, or I’m thinking he’s going to call the police.”
She forced an entrance, however, and, standing in the door, she inspected Philippina with the eye of arrogance, always a clear-sighted organ. “Look out, Philippin’, there’s something rotten here,” murmured Philippina to herself. Daniel was at work. He got up and looked at Dorothea, who carefully closed the door.
Tell me the truth.” All of a sudden he remembered Theresa’s words: “All that nice money, all that nice money!” Philippina began to chew her finger nails. “That’s none of your business,” she said gruffly, “it ain’t been stolen. Moreover, I c’n tell you,” she said, as she felt that his distrust was taking on a threatening aspect, “mother give it to me on the sly.
To enter the room where Philippina and the child were required much effort; at first he was able to do it only with pronounced aversion.
Twice a day the druggist sent in his bill; finally he came in person. It was along toward evening when he rang. Philippina treated him so impolitely that he became impudent, and made such a noise that the people on the lower floors came out into the hall and leaned over the railing of the stairs. Eleanore ran down and stood before the man with folded hands.
There was something so refined about them that Philippina did not dare raise any objections when they quietly came in and went straight to the living room: the door had not been closed, and they could see Daniel lying on the sofa. Daniel looked at them quite indifferently. Gradually he began to collect his thoughts, to compose himself, to come to himself.
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