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Updated: June 14, 2025
"No," said Herr Heinrich, sitting down into the automobile, "I will part with you altogether. It is too much...." "Auf Wiedersehen!" cried Mr. Britling. "Remember, whatever happens there will be peace at last!" "Then why not at the beginning?" Herr Heinrich demanded with a reasonable exasperation and repeated his maturer verdict on the whole European situation; "Verdammte Bummelei!"
Life grows beautiful after a time and even wholly sweet, when a man and a woman have so lived and loved and worked together, that death is not good-bye, but rather "auf wiedersehen." The Consolations of Spinsterhood The Consolations of Spinsterhood
Whimsically, and with the memory of that last cream-filled cake fresh in my mind, I saluted the letters that spelled "Franz Baumbach." Blackie chuckled impishly. "Just the same, try a pinch of soda bicarb'nate when you get home, Dawn," he advised. "Well, I'm off to the factory again. Got t' make up for time wasted on m' lady friend. Auf wiedersehen!"
The strands of her hair were like a thousand flames, and her eyes had turned to gold, and there was a smile on her lips which filled me with strange uneasiness. I kissed her hands again, then went down the stairs. At the foot I turned. "Auf wiedersehen!" "Good-by!"
Good-bye, Passil, my tear poy. Auf wiedersehen!" March went away thinking of what Lindau had said, but not for the impersonal significance of his words so much as for the light they cast upon Lindau himself. He thought the words violent enough, but in connection with what he remembered of the cheery, poetic, hopeful idealist, they were even more curious than lamentable.
"Who knows?" she rejoined, smiling at him level-eyed. "The world has been steadily growing smaller since Shakespeare called it 'narrow." He caught quickly at the straw of hope. "Then we need not say good-by?" "No; let it be auf Wiedersehen," she said; and he stood aside to allow her to join her party.
'Auf wiedersehen, she answered gently, giving him her hand. 'Have you no Thanksgiving sermon for me? he asked, holding her fingers lingeringly. 'No child in all your flock needs it so much.
The usual touching reverence of the Germans for their dead was strikingly manifest around him. The humbler mounds, walled up with rough stones a foot or two above the pathway level, carried on their crests little gardens of gay and inexpensive plants; while on the tall wooden crosses at their head hung yellow wreaths, half hiding the hopeful legend, "Wiedersehen."
"Auf wiedersehen, as we used to say at Baden!" Mrs. Vivian waved him a response over the gate, her daughter gave him a glance from the threshold, and he took his way back to his inn. He awaited the evening with great impatience; he fancied he had made a discovery, and he wished to confirm it.
Not long after, Lancelot conducted him softly down the dark, silent stairs, holding his bedroom candlestick in his hand, for Mrs. Leadbatter always turned out the hall lamp on her way to bed. The old phrases came to the young men's lips as their hands met in a last hearty grip. "Lebt wohl!" said Lancelot. "Auf Wiedersehen!" replied Peter threateningly.
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