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Updated: June 6, 2025


'God greet, he said, and tossed off the liquor in a trice. 'Luck! he exclaimed again, as he smacked his lips. 'Why do you say luck, in that way? asked the good woman. 'I will tell you, Frau Berbel, answered Wastei, lowering his tone. 'It is the new coat that brought me luck to-day. 'It is a good coat, observed Berbel, in her usual manner.

'I only wanted to spare you, said Berbel humbly. Hilda looked up quickly and then took the old servant's hand kindly in hers. 'I know, she said softly. 'But you must think first of him, always if you love me. Berbel are you perfectly sure that all this is true and real, that no wicked person is trying to do us some harm? 'I am as sure as I can be Wastei said I might ask the Jew, if I pleased.

'I will not talk about it, and as for Wastei, I would trust him with anything. Hilda slipped the fatal letter into the bosom of her frock and went in search of her husband. Greif had not found the man who was supposed to be waiting for him, and he himself had sat down to wait for Hilda on the shady side of the great tower.

'It was victory, and I knew it. For one moment I was frightened, and then I saw it all. I saw you come back, as you have come to-day, to say what you have said. I felt as though my hand were still on your shoulder, as though you could not escape me, do what you might. I never doubted, until that dreadful day when Wastei came over and told my mother that you were very ill.

Poor Herr Greif will not eat much 'No but only potatoes, Berbel! 'Potato dumplings are good things, observed the woman. 'And fried potatoes with a stewed hare are better, she added after a pause. 'Is there a hare, then? Oh, Berbel, you dear old thing, how could you frighten me in that way! Where did you get it? We have not had one for ever so long! 'Wastei, answered Berbel.

I am sure I would not have waited so long. God greet you, Frau Berbel. Wastei nodded and strode across the sunny court, well satisfied with himself. He had planned the whole meeting, with the useless craftiness of a born woodman. Several days had elapsed since he had bought the coat and found the letter in the lining.

'I will take them to the baron myself, said Berbel. Wastei looked up as though he had supposed she was already gone in. 'Thank you, Frau Berbel, he answered. Five minutes later she returned, carrying a black bottle, a glass and something small shut in the palm of her hand. 'The baron thanks you and sends you this, she said, holding out a gold piece.

But instead of putting it into the pocket, he happened to slip it through the slit, so that it fell down between the coat and the lining. Do you see? 'Yes and then? 'And then he pulled the trigger of his pistol and died. The letter was hidden in the coat, the coat was stolen, taken to the Jew's and sold to Wastei eighteen months later, with the letter still in it.

'So you have a sweetheart, have you? 'Ay, and a treasure, too in my waistcoat pocket, explained Wastei, showing the shining edge of the gold piece he had received on the previous day. 'She has yellow hair, like the lady Hilda's, and a golden heart like Frau Berbel's I only wish she were as big. 'Fie, Wastei making compliments at this time of day, and to an old woman!

'And I have brought you this, she added, filling the glass, 'because I know you like it. 'Luck! ejaculated Wastei, slipping the twenty-mark piece into the pocket of his waistcoat, and watching the white liquor as it rose nearer to the brim. He took the glass, twisted it in his fingers, held it to the sun, and then looked again at Berbel.

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