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The old man shook his head sadly and answered in a subdued tone: "I stood by when Herr Rojanow questioned him in the hall. There is no hope. The poor baron won't live until night." The little hunting lodge of Rodeck, which lay so white and silent in the snow of that first December day, had seldom been witness to so great an excitement as that occasioned by Baron Wallmoden's accident.
You fled from the service you, an officer's son so it is closed against you and you must bear it." "And you say all this to me, so quietly, so coldly?" cried Hartmut fairly beside himself now. "This is a matter of life and death to me. I saw my father for the first time in over ten years at Rodeck when he hurried to Wallmoden's death bed. He scourged me with contempt and fearful words.
She had had a long journey without rest, and one painful excitement after another on this never-to-be-forgotten day, and now nature demanded rest. Lights yet glimmered from a few windows, and these belonged to Colonel von Falkenried's and Frau von Wallmoden's rooms, which were only separated by a long, narrow ante-chamber. Falkenried was to accompany Adelheid to the city to-morrow.
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