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Perhaps there would be some violets there now. But he must not say "Miss," she was not grown up, her mother had said that repeatedly, she was only a child. "Well, then, Rosa Röschen, let's go." He held out his hand and she put hers into it, and thus they strolled into the Przykop.
But Roschen promptly cut short this eulogy by raising her head abruptly and saying, with great decision: "He is a horrid young man, and nothing is good about him at all. He tries to cheat thee whenever he comes here to buy our birds; and and he has said things to me; and he and he tried to kiss me. Ugh! I will have nothing to do with the Herr Strauss nothing at all!"
'Röschen, said the elder sister, going up to her with a tremor of heart, and putting her motherly arms round the curly golden hair and the half-covered shoulders, 'you never told me of that letter from Manchester, but Agnes did. Did you think, Röschen, I would never let you have your way? Oh, I am not so hard! I may have been wrong I think I have been wrong; you shall do what you will, Röschen.
It was her mother's voice alive again, he said; and as he spoke, Aunt Hedwig saw that there were tears in his eyes. In truth, it was a pretty sight to see Roschen first beginning to play at keeping house for her father for so she always called him and then, in a little while, keeping house for him most excellently in real earnest.
His love for Roschen was a double love. With the love of a father he had watched over her these many years; yet even stronger had come to be his love for her as her mother born again.
Benefiting by the advice which so lavishly was bestowed upon him, he presently became as even the most critical of the women were forced to admit a much better mother to the little Roschen than many a real mother might have been.
Then he jerked out hurriedly there was no time to lose, Mr. Tiralla could come in any moment jerked out in a breathless voice and without reflection, but still as though he were swearing it solemnly: "Don't cry. By God, Mr. Tiralla shall not go on living for ever!" "Mammie," cried Röschen joyously, as she came into the room, and letting her father's hand go she ran up to her mother.
"Do not make us sad to-day, dear father, by such gloomy words," said Roschen, as she put her arms around his neck. "To-day a beautiful time of happiness has begun for us."
"My dearest father," said Rose, "the lady intends that Sir Damian be transported to the castle, where it is like he may be a long sojourner; what think you?-is that wholesome counsel?" "Wholesome for the youth, surely, Roschen," answered the Fleming, "because he will escape the better risk of a fever." "True; but is it wise for my lady?" continued Rose. "Wise enough, if she deal wisely.
When at last Roschen raised her rosy, happy face from her father's breast, she was so full of the wonder that had come to pass that she did not perceive his weary look, nor how pale he was; yet less pale now than a little time before when his face was unseen by her.
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