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Updated: May 12, 2025
Just as she had put the last gold pin in her hair, and was considering whether the place of honor at the table belonged to Herr Van Bronkhorst, as representative of the Prince, or to the older Herr von Nordwyk, Trautchen knocked at the door and informed her, that Doctor Bontius wished to see the burgomaster on urgent business.
Come here, Trautchen. The woollen stockings I knit for him are up in the painted chest. Make haste and fetch them. He may need them on the water in the damp autumn weather. You'll take them with you?" "Willingly, most willingly; and now let me thank you for all your kindness. You have been like an own mother to me."
The clear, deep voice in which she addressed a few words to him, also seemed wonderful and penetrated the inmost depths of his soul: He was told one morning that she was there, and since that time his mother rarely appeared and the house was far more quiet than usual; for everybody walked lightly, spoke in subdued tones, rapped cautiously at a window instead of using the knocker, and whenever Bessie or he laughed aloud or ran up or down-stairs, Barbara, his mother, or Trautchen appeared and whispered: "Gently, children, the young lady has a headache."
Trautchen opened the door and, even before crossing the threshold, Barbara exclaimed: "Is your master at home?" The reply was in the negative, as she too now expected. Adrian gave his message; Trautchen brought up the supper, but the conversation would not extend beyond "yes" and "no."
Trautchen opened the door and, even before crossing the threshold, Barbara exclaimed: "Is your master at home?" The reply was in the negative, as she too now expected. Adrian gave his message; Trautchen brought up the supper, but the conversation would not extend beyond "yes" and "no."
Trautchen will bring some hoops and strings, and then we'll bind the wreaths." Junker Georg's remark, that this was a lucky day, seemed to be verified; for the young wife found Henrica bright and free from pain.
Georg clasped the widow's hand, and neither attempted to conceal how dear each had become to the other and how hard it was to part. Trautchen had given Barbara the stockings, and many tears fell upon them, while the widow was bidding the Junker farewell. When she noticed they were actually wet, she waved them in the air and handed them to the young man. The night was dark but still, even sultry.
True, the cautious house-keeper, who expected everything good from Maria except the capacity of showing herself an able, clever mistress of the house, had charged Trautchen to warn her mistress against being cheated.
Honestly striving to do her duty, she returned to little Bessie; but the child was rapidly recovering and called for Barbara, Adrian or Trautchen, as soon as she was left alone with her. She tried to read, but the few books she had brought from Delft were all familiar, and her thoughts, ere becoming fixed on the old volumes, pursued their own course.
Nobody can mend as well as you." Trautchen shook her finger at him, but he turned hastily back and ran towards the Zyl-gate, this time to lead the Spaniards against the Netherlanders. The burgomaster had pressed the nobleman to sit down in the study-chair, while he himself leaned in a half-sitting attitude on the writing-table, listening somewhat impatiently to his distinguished guest.
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