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He went straight to the Embassy, and sent me on to the 'Erzherzog Carl' in the Karnthner Thor Strasse, at that time the best hotel in Vienna. It being still nearly dark, candles were burning in every window by order of the insurgents. The preceding day had been an eventful one. The proletariats, headed by the students, had sacked the arsenal, the troops having made but slight resistance.
Then I went for a walk about Berlin, soon becoming involved in the great crowd in front of the British Embassy on the Wilhelm Strasse. The crowd threw stones, etc., and managed to break all the windows of the Embassy. The Germans charged afterwards that people in the Embassy had infuriated the crowd by throwing pennies to them. I did not see any occurrences of this kind.
As soon as the chancellor disappeared, Carmichael hailed the coachman. "Drive me through the gardens." "It is too late, Herr." "Well, drive me up and down the Strasse while I finish this cigar." "Two crowns." "Three, if your horse behaves well." "He's as gentle as a lamb, Herr." "And doubtless will be served as one before long. Can't you throw back the top?" "In one minute!"
To beggar one's self for love; honor and life, and all to the winds if only love remained. Presently she straightened, and he centered his gaze on the back of the groom. "Monsieur, place your hat upon your head," smiling. "We have entered the Strasse, and I should not like to embarrass you with the attention of the citizens." He put on his hat.
Send a telegram to St. Polten; he has more than an hour's start. He asked me where I was going. I told him: 'Linz. 'Ah! he said, 'you'll have to give evidence; your name and address please? 'Josef Reinhardt, 17 Donau Strasse. He wrote it down. The conductor said: 'We are late, can we start? They shut the door.
"The best man for this lives in the Maffei Strasse," said Schmidt after a few minutes. "Show me the way." Vjera turned as he directed. At that moment she would have lost herself in the familiar streets, had he not been there to guide her. The hairdresser's shop was brilliantly lighted, and as good fortune would have it, there were no customers within.
Silently they walked up three flights, neither of them noticing the salute of the porter as they passed him. Anton took out his keys and opened a door which led into a magnificently furnished musical studio, the largest apartment in Koenigs Strasse.
Yet it is so dwarfed by its situation, that it seems to have been placed in the middle of the street as an obstruction. A walk runs on each side of it. The Propylaeum, another magnificent gateway, thrown across the handsome Brienner Strasse, beyond the Glyptothek, is an imitation of that on the Acropolis at Athens.
But now, though she could not approve, she expressed no disapproval in words. She pressed her daughter's hand and sighed, and then the two said no more upon the matter. In this way, for two days, there was silence in the apartments in the Ludwigs Strasse; for even when the father returned from his work, the whole circle felt that their old family mirth was for the present necessarily laid aside.
Returning to Frankfort, MacDowell and his wife lived for a short time in a pension in the Praunheimer Strasse, keeping very much to themselves in two small rooms. Upon their return from a brief excursion to Paris, they found less restricted quarters in the Hotel du Nord. But again, as at Frankfort three years before, his youth was in his disfavour, and he was courteously rejected.
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