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She wished nervously to give Catherine's extraordinary moral strength no greater advantage over her than she could help. Presently, however, Catherine threw her arm round her with a tender protectingness. 'What did you do with yourself all the afternoon, Röschen? 'I practised for two hours, said the girl shortly, 'and two hours this morning. My Spohr is nearly perfect.
To-day has, however, shown," she continued, "that his vigilance may serve a good purpose; and as they never met upon these occasions, but continued at such distance as excluded even the possibility of intercourse, methinks they might have escaped the censure of the most suspicious." "Ay, my daughter Roschen," replied Wilkin; "but it is possible to drive caution so far as to excite suspicion.
But if she did not want to talk, and only sat with her eyes fixed on vacancy, stirring her coffee without drinking it, he would talk to his little sister. Let Röschen come with him and show him the cattle in the sheds. Had the old sow, which he had purchased from Jokisch, farrowed? And how many cows were there now? Rosa was in a state of bliss at the thought of having her brother all to herself.
And now, thanks to the spring warmth, she was entering at last with infinite zest on the results of her April vigils. Catherine had surveyed her as she entered the room with a smile, but a smile not altogether to Rose's taste. 'What, another, Röschen? she had said with the slightest lifting of the eyebrows. 'You never confided that to me. Did you think I was unworthy of anything so artistic?
They have cured my corns." Andreas spoke with feeling. He was sincerely grateful to Ludwig for having cured his corns. "But it is not of Ludwig's shoes that we are talking now, my Roschen," he went on. "It is of Ludwig himself. Hast thou nothing to say in answer to what he asks?" Through her tears Roschen laughed a little, and she pressed her head still more closely beneath her father's chin.
"Thou hast told me, dear father, that Ludwig makes very good shoes," Roschen said at last, speaking hesitatingly, and in a voice so low that it was little more than a whisper. "Yes," Andreas answered, somewhat taken aback by the irrelevant and very matter-of-fact nature of this remark; "yes, Ludwig makes good shoes." "And thou likest those which he has made for thee?" "Truly. They are good shoes.
And if sometimes the advice came too late to avert the catastrophe as on that memorable and dreadful day when Roschen boiled her sausage-dumplings without tying them in a bag the lessons taught by calamitous experience caused only passing trouble, and tended, in the long-run, to good.
But wherefore shouldst thou doubt her, Roschen?" "I know not," said Rose, unwilling to breathe even to her father the fears and doubts which she herself entertained; "but where there are evil tongues, there may be evil rehearsing.
Very tenderly and lovingly did he speak of this heart matter to his little rose, his Roschen, as she sat beside him on a low stool, after the childish habit that she never had relinquished, while her head was nestled against his breast, and while he stroked her fair hair gently with his thin, delicate hand.
There was nothing about the place or its occupants to remind one of America. This dim, smoky, cake-scented cafe was Germany. "Time!" said Blackie. "Here comes Rosie to take our order. You can take your choice of coffee or chocolate. That's as fancy as they get here." An expansive blond girl paused at our table smiling a broad welcome at Blackie. "Wie geht's, Roschen?" he greeted her.
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