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Updated: June 20, 2025
A sort of hocus-pocus ... now you are my wife, now you aren't my wife. "No, Anna." "Four months ago." "I was in Germany...." Mathilde, von Stinnes, es lebe die Welt Revolution, made a circle in his head. "Yes, I know. I'm sorry you didn't find out." It was impossible. Something impossible was happening. Of course, he had known it would happen. But he had fooled himself. A clever thing to do.
Yes, unchanging spaces, unchanging yesterdays, and a ship's orchestra dropping little valses into the dark sea. He opened a silver cigarette-case an heirloom with a crest on it. Von Stinnes again. Curious how he remembered him a memory neither sad nor merry but final like the sea. A phantom of word and incident that bowed with an enchanting irony out of an April day.
The officer bowed with a smile. The travelers moved off with their escort toward the street. Mathilde kept her eyes on von Stinnes as they entered a gray automobile. "Von Stinnes and I will sit in the back," she whispered to Dorn. The Baron nodded. "Careful of your Leugger," he whispered, "the soldiers will see it. You can shoot me just as easily if you keep it hidden.
I am von Stinnes, Baron von Stinnes of a very old, a very dissolute, a very worthless family. I am the last von Stinnes. The dear God Himself glows at the thought. I will work for you as secretary. How much do you offer for a scion of the nobility?" "Three hundred marks." "A month?" "No, weekly," laughed Dorn, "and you buy half the liquor." Von Stinnes bowed. "An insult, Mr. Dorn.
Von Stinnes, alone in a booth, called "Hello" to them as they entered. "We have the place almost to ourselves," he said. "There are some people in the other room." He looked affectionately at the two as they sat down, and added, "How goes the courtship?" "Gravely and with cautious cynicism," Dorn answered. "We find it difficult to overcome our sanities."
He passed on, thinking. "Landerdauer," smiled the Baron, "the Whitman translator." "Yes," the vandyke answered, "we have appointed him minister of education. What news from the station, Stinnes?" "It is taken." Dorn followed the Baron about the corridors, his ears bewildered by the screechings from unexpected chambers of debate. He listened, amused, to the volatile von Stinnes.
You see Hugo Stinnes and his like with a suite of rooms at the "Adlon," or driving luxuriously along the Unter den Linden, the Kaiser way, without the dignity of a Kaiser. They are not paying very much. Most active-thinking people are to-day working for the reconciliation of Europe, and the greatest obstacle to reconstruction lies in a resentful, half-crushed, and continually harassed Germany.
And the burghers have been ordered under pain of death to surrender all firearms within twenty-four hours." The talk ran on. Mathilde, feigning sleep, placed her head on Dorn's shoulder. "You play with the little one," whispered von Stinnes. "She is in love." Dorn placed his arm around her and smiled at her half-opened eyes.
"Thus you relieve my conscience," von Stinnes sighed. The wide avenue was deserted. Moonlight lay on the new-fallen snow. A line of soldiers wheeled suddenly out of the Brandenburger Tor and came marching quickly toward the walkers. "Weiter gehen, weiter gehen," a voice from the troop called. Two detached themselves from the ranks and approached rapidly. "Ausweise...."
And besides, von Stinnes would not dare interfere if it was you, even if he is a spy, because he likes you too well." Her voice had become eager and vibrant. Dorn smiled ruefully, the faint mist of a sigh in his thought. The girl had worked adroitly. Of course, he was someone to carry the money to the Munich radicals. "It is just an ordinary-looking package.
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