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"But you have the memory of him and of your mother?" "My mother!" Rojanow broke forth wildly now. "Do not speak of her, in this hour do not speak to me of my mother." It was an alarming cry, a mixture of boundless bitterness, with reproach and despair. In it the mother was sentenced by her son, he felt her memory was but a desecration of this hour.
This memory brought with it a mighty longing in Hartmut's soul for those arms, for a home, for all that he had lost since those boyhood's days, which, despite their severity, had been so innocent, so peaceful, so happy. The door opened, and a servant entered and extended a card on a salver. Rojanow made an impatient movement to take it away. "Didn't I tell you I wouldn't see any one else to-day?"
"I do not understand the Roumanian tongue," responded Frau von Wallmoden, with a slight sneer; "and I imagine Herr Rojanow has not condescended to write in German." For answer Egon drew a paper from his pocket, and unfolded it. "You are prejudiced against my friend, I see, but I do not want to leave him in the false light in which he has placed himself in your eyes.
Rojanow looked after him until the vehicle had disappeared behind the trees, then he turned and struck into a path which led into the forest. He carried a gun over his shoulder, but his thoughts were not bent on sport. He went on heedlessly, with no idea of direction, and with no thought of the distance which he was putting between himself and Rodeck, which was each moment becoming greater.
"Yes, but it was Herr Rojanow for all that," said Stadinger, whose sharp eyes were not to be deceived. "To be sure the black locks were gone, and the proud, independent manner, but his voice was, the same!" "Do cease your senseless chatter," said Egon violently. "You know very well that Herr Rojanow is in Sicily, and now you find him in an orderly of the seventh regiment. It is really laughable."
She stopped, and her attentive companion reached out his hand to free the delicate tissue, when she suddenly tore it from her hat, with a quick motion, and left it fluttering on the branch. Rojanow bit his lips in vexation; the adventure was not at all what he had expected.
But his companion only heard the slighting tone. "Are you a foreigner, Herr Rojanow?" she asked. A black shadow crossed Hartmut's brow, and he hesitated for a moment before he answered, coldly: "Yes, Fräulein." "I thought as much from your name and appearance, and from the peculiar opinions which you express, as well."
I only asked for a flower. Is my crime then so great that your anger must last for weeks?" Adelheid remained standing, almost without knowing it. She was again under the influence of those eyes and that wonderful voice. "You are mistaken, Herr Rojanow," she responded. "I am not angry with you." "No?
Just then, happily, the head forester and his brother-in-law, Baron Wallmoden, returned." Rojanow still held the field glass to his eyes, and was seemingly indifferent to his friend's gossip. Now he said in a questioning tone, "Wallmoden?" "The new Prussian ambassador to our court.
Wallmoden had not expected such an answer, and looked keenly at his friend as he continued: "I deemed it necessary to tell you because of the possibility of a meeting. Rojanow plays a conspicuous part here and is to be met with everywhere. The duke is greatly taken with him; you will be very apt to come across him at the castle." "And what then?
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