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Bosswinkel said, "do you think I'm going to believe all this rubbish? Did ever anybody hear of magical phenomena of this sort happening in our enlightened city of Berlin?" "Now," said Tussmann, "don't you see what a quagmire of ignorance and error the fact that you never read anything plunges you into?
I have no doubt there's hope for you yet, if you pull yourself together, and get rid of this idiotic notion of marrying Miss Bosswinkel." In answer to this, Tussmann and Bosswinkel cried out together, in what is termed on the lyric stage "ensemble" "I can't." "He shan't."
And he was making for the door. But Bosswinkel held him fast, saying: "Wait till we see what happens." And, turning to the old Jew, he told him what Tussmann had said about him and the events of the previous night in the wineshop and in Alexander Place. Manasseh looked at Tussmann with a malignant grin, and said: "I don't know what the gentleman means.
"I won't deny, Tussmann," the Goldsmith answered, "that I wiped the green colour away from your face; and, from that, you may gather that I am not by any means so much your enemy as you have supposed me to be. It is this, I say, which I can't bear to think about.
Commissionsrath Bosswinkel had been at school with Tussmann at the Grey Friars, and from that period dated the intimate friendship which there had always been between them.
"No, dearest Miss Albertine," answered Tussmann; "I shall not go until, in compliance with the sapient advice of Thomasius, I endeavour to " and he made as if he would follow her into the corner. While this was going on, Edmund had been scumbling angrily at the background of his picture. But at this point he could contain himself no longer.
"Tussmann, you're very foolish; you've got hold of the most priceless treasure you could possibly have come across. Those lines of verse ought to have told you so at once. Do me the favour to put that book which you found in the casket into your pocket." Tussmann did so. "Now," said the Goldsmith, "think of some book or other which you would wish that you had in your pocket at this moment."
"Never mind him," Leonbard said; for Tussmann was so startled by what the old man said that he could not utter a syllable. "He means no harm, dear Mr. Tussmann, though you may think he seems to do so. I must say, candidly, that it seems to me, too, that it is a little too late in life for you to be thinking about such a thing. You must be well on to your fiftieth birthday; aren't you?"
At the last stroke of eleven that is, at the moment when Tussmann generally put on his nightcap the female figure vanished. This extraordinary apparition seemed to drive the Clerk of the Privy Chancery completely out of his senses. He sighed, groaned, gazed up at the window, and whispered "Tussmann! Tussmann! Clerk of the Privy Chancery bethink yourself, sir! Consider what you're about.
"But I mean you kindly, Tussmann," the Goldsmith said; "and your desperate condition excuses everything. Get up, and come along with me." And he helped him to get on his legs. Tussmann, completely exhausted, said, in a whisper "I am completely in your power, most honoured Herr Professor. Do what you will with my miserable body; but I most humbly beg you to spare my immortal soul."
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