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Updated: May 2, 2025
The child raised his voice and began to stammer so that Margaret failed to understand anything. "What are you saying? Greeting from Master Semmler? Away again? Where? The cows are at home already. You bad boy, I can't understand you. Wait, I'll have to see if you have no tongue in your mouth!" She made a few angry steps forward.
Margaret Semmler was a good, respectable person, in her forties, a village belle in her youth, still respected for her good sense and thrift, and at the same time not without some money. What had induced her to take this step was consequently incomprehensible to every one. We think the reason is to be found in her very consciousness of perfection.
Simon Semmler was a short, restless, lean man with bulging fishlike eyes and a face altogether like a pike an uncanny fellow, in whom exaggerated reserve often alternated with affability no less affected who would have liked to pass for a shrewd intellect but was considered disagreeable instead.
That silenced him; and now he gradually gleaned from the remarks of the bystanders that his father had been found dead in the woods by his Uncle Franz Semmler and by Huelsmeyer, and was now lying in the kitchen. As soon as Margaret regained consciousness she tried to get rid of the strangers.
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