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Updated: June 1, 2025
Wolfgang cast an involuntary glance at the clock on the mantel-piece right, nearly eight o'clock. But all that was immaterial now. And, staring straight in front of him as though his eyes were fixed on some object, he placed himself in front of the two. "I have something to ask you," he said. And then it came out quite suddenly, quite abruptly. "Whose child am I?" Now it was said.
"Even if she had, Aunt Sally, why should she bring the ring with her? It was always too small for her, and she never had it on except during the marriage ceremony. I've often heard her laugh about it; how Wolfgang bought a ring as big as his money would pay for, and let it go at that. She didn't see what difference it made whether it went only on the tip of her finger or all the way down it.
Frida jumped up, so that the edging she had been crocheting for the kitchen fell to the ground, seized hold of both his hands, and her blue eyes sparkled with admiration. "Oh, how fine you are, Wolfgang! Like a gentleman awfully grand." He smiled: that was nice of her to say it.
Was that over too? Everything was over. He sighed. And both remained silent, each leaning in a corner of the carriage. They gazed into the twilight that was growing deeper and deeper with sad eyes. Evening was coming on, the day their day too was over. Wolfgang had gone on an excursion into the country, with Frida Lämke, her brother, and Hans Flebbe, which had been planned a long time.
To-day she was young again, as young as those kneeling at the altar, full of confidence, full of hope. Dr. Baumann spoke grave words full of advice to the boys and girls; many of the young children sobbed, and their mothers, too. A shudder passed through the crowded church, the young dark and fair heads bent low. Käte's eyes sought Wolfgang; his head was the darkest of all.
As a matter of fact, the fellow is a German named Wolfgang Bruhl and it is my belief that he was planted in this country at least a dozen years ago solely for the purpose of furnishing him with good, respectable credentials for an emergency like this." "But surely if you found evidence of his connection with this gang of spies, it should be easy to get a clue to the rest of the crowd?"
Well, and boys will be boys. We know that from our time." And both men had nodded to each other, had brightened up and laughed. Wolfgang had a horse to ride on, rode first at the riding-school and then a couple of hours each day out of doors. His father made a point of his not sitting too much at the office.
And she had also confessed quite of her own accord that she had lately written to Wolfgang no, this girl was not so bad, it must be another one with fair hair. But where was she to look for her? where find Wolfgang? And holding out both her hands to the girl as though she were begging her pardon, she said in a voice full of misery: "But don't you know anything?
The house-steward had draped the great hall in black, and had had the old Freiherr laid out in the clothes in which he had been found, on a magnificent state-bed, and this he had surrounded with tall silver candlesticks with burning wax-candles. Wolfgang ascended the stairs, entered the hall, and approached close to his father's corpse, without speaking a word.
Strange, formerly when she had loved Wolfgang so, her love had always been too much of a good thing how often he had reproached her for it! and now, now! no, they simply did not understand each other any longer. She would have to fight her battles alone, quite alone.
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