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"Ah ... yes!" said good Herr Sperber; and if he had made a long speech on all the joy and all the sorrow of this mysterious earth, it could not have been deeper or more expressive. The old Kummerfelden said to herself, "You dear good Sperber, I should like to shake hands with you for that you've hit it exactly." And she repeated after him, "Ah ... yes!"
The pastor, he'll have somebody decent," said Frau Kummerfelden. "And what about our nephew?" asked Frau Sperber. "Both the girl and the estate would be just the thing for him; and then we should have him near us." "Oh, of course," said Frau Kummerfelden; "everything would be beautifully arranged then."
He wanted to speak, and after a hard struggle he got out, "well born and dying very ill old friend old friend!" "Now, now," said Sperber, good-naturedly trying to soothe him, "we all have to come to it all come to it ... Oh, my God!"
Well, well, I'm not a barnyard ... barnyard cock that I'm not ... certainly not." And he shook his hard, lined hand. "No ... no!" "The fellow's drunk," muttered Herr Sperber. He no longer held caressingly encircled the clear liquor in his glass, but looked at his old friend's daughter, and saw how, pale and with big, wide-open eyes, she watched anxiously every movement of the stranger.
"A beauty like her! That would be a shame!" "Well, what do you intend to do with her?" asked Herr Sperber. "After all, that's what women are meant for." "Yes, more's the pity." "And old Rauchfuss's daughter especially ought to marry early or we shall see things. She's a devil of a girl ... The pastor says he's got somebody for her." "Well, why not?
And oftener than before he had his trap hitched up and drove down into Weimar; or else he went shooting over his own ground, or to Sperber's to play bulldog with the old man and any one who happened in, or bézique with the pastor. He was on specially good terms with old Sperber, because he too had a strong objection to the way things were going down in the town.
And they had nothing to complain of, heaven knew, up on their Ettersberg; their fine properties were prospering. Herr and Frau Sperber worked together, getting through the day's business honestly and good-humoredly.
I don't know ... I should be telling a lie if I said it would please me specially!" "No," she said, "I believe you, Uncle Sperber; I suppose it couldn't please you. Every one speaks only to his own kind, and the rest don't understand him. My man is understood here by nobody if he spoke with the tongue of an angel, it would be just the same.
It was not long before the suitors became aware that the strange engraver was on the road to snatching from under their very noses the rich and beautiful prize to which they aspired. Even to Herr Sperber the situation seemed to be getting queer; and Herr Kosch had a hard time of it. The men made him a target for their remarks, and tried to set him in an absurd light.
Old Sperber rose, came quietly behind her chair, touched her on the shoulder, and said, "I'll soon get rid of the fool for you don't worry, Tubby." In reply he got from her a glance full of rebellion, and yet uncertain, as if seeking for help. "Listen, child, come with me through the garden," he said, cheerfully and heartily. She shook her head, and her eyes fastened again on the engraver.
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