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I say, Sydney, if you wouldn't think that I'm taking advantage of my condition would you mind would you do that again?" She kissed him again, gladly, willingly, and he sank happily to sleep. When he woke once more he asked for von Rittenheim. "He's down-stairs. He's been waiting all day hoping you'd want to see him." Sydney summoned Friedrich.
What I was going to say was that you know there's a chance of your being arrested, and surely you would not care to feel that it was through you that Bud had br-rought that shame and disgr-race upon his wife." "His wife?" The ejaculation sounded to von Rittenheim like the hiss of a snake, and he drew away from Pressley as from a reptile.
"It was you and Bud." "Well, what ye goin' to do about hit? Hit ain' befittin' you to squeal on us." Von Rittenheim turned hot in the darkness, and made an impulsive motion that induced a corresponding disturbance in his companion. "If I had thought of doing that I should not have spoken to you to-night." Pressley nodded, and came across the intervening space.
Still, it became evident to every one that when a proper time had elapsed after Maximilian's death, her consolation would be even more remedial. John haunted her steps, and left her only when the Baron came. Then he disappeared until his rival's departure. Sydney grew distant in manner to von Rittenheim, and often he did not see her at all when he went to Oakwood. Hilda's visit to Mrs.
Friedrich von Rittenheim was standing on the porch in front of his cabin, gazing at the western sky. A royal mantle of purple enwrapped the shoulders of mighty Pisgah against a background of lucent gold. The expression of anxiety and of spiritless longing left the man's face as he watched the melting glory. "Wunderschön!" he murmured. "I wonder if she, too, is seeing it, also."
Carroll noticed the thinness of his wrist, and her heart misgave her. "Shall I go on?" "If it please you." "Bob Morgan went into Asheville to follow your career in behalf of all your friends here." Von Rittenheim's head fell lower. "He was in the court-room when you were " The old lady hesitated and watched von Rittenheim sharply. She was doubtful of his strength after all.
Sydney threw up her chin haughtily, and von Rittenheim thought ruefully of the category in which undoubtedly she classed all his remarks of that kind. "Will you not enter?" he said. "Never have you honored my roof, I think." And Sydney was glad to do so to avoid being alone with him.
Von Rittenheim turned again to the window and betrayed some embarrassment, but Hilda was intent upon her story, and noticed nothing. "Some of the investments into which my dowry had been put appreciated enormously in value." So that was the way Herr Stapfer had explained it. Friedrich nodded approvingly. "So I always had enough for my needs, even when " "When what?" "Forgive me.
Besides, he was having less trouble with the "big Dutchy" than he had expected. Indeed, he had prepared his assistants for a hard fight. "You mistake I did not str-rike you yet," said Friedrich, misunderstanding. "But I compr-rehend that you arrest me, and for what." Von Rittenheim looked at Wilder with so much contempt that the man turned away shamefaced.
Two trembling hands were held out to him as if to implore a greeting, and a white face looked up from its dark inwrapment like the face of a wistful child. The moon, sailing high in the zenith, cast no light beneath the porch's roof, and von Rittenheim stood unrecognizing. She spoke in German. "Friedrich, you do not know me?" "Hilda!" There was dismay in his tone and surprise unspeakable.
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