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Updated: May 27, 2025
How glad my mother will be!" As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow; as his wheel whirred he sang "I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, My coat blows out in the wind behind." Hans stood still and looked at him; at last he spoke to him and said, "All's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding."
Miss Hanenwinkel had been in England, and had taken a great fancy to this form of expression much in vogue there, and she constantly used it as a form of farewell, whether it was apropos or not. Thus she would say to the persistent scissors-grinder, who came to the door, "Have you come back so soon? Do go where you are wanted if there is any such place. Good-bye.
What it means I know not. Again I fall as dead. "I have one thing in the world left only one; it is my scissors-grinder. I sell it and give all the money to bury her. It is the first it is the only good I ever did. Then, an outcast, I go out into the world where no pity is. I sit me down in a dark alley; strange is my heart, and new. "It is time for the guns yet is my blood warm! I wait.
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