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Updated: June 26, 2025
I know now what a tribute they pay when they say that. Light of understanding, light of truth and ah, mein liebchen, the light of love and well do I know how that light can shine into the darkness! "'More light' Goethe said, when he was going out into the dark. A great thing to ask for. I know how he felt! 'And God said Let there be light' I don't wonder that story has lived a long time.
What had happened to the Helen Mar I told him, and about the Mituas business, and the loss of the Anaconda, and even about Kreps and Liebchen. "My! My! Tommy," he says, after the last. "That's a lyric poem," he says, referring to Kreps and Liebchen. But he said nothing then about the Good Sister, and I decided to hang around till he did, and one day he brought me a bundle of papers.
He spent some months with us two years ago at the Italian lakes and I grew so fond of him. We had great jokes together, he and I. And he sometimes writes to me now, such teasing, funny letters. The last was from San Francisco. He is giving lectures out there, raising money; for he never ceases the struggle. He calls me Liebchen. He is very fond of me." "What do you call him?" Gregory inquired.
She felt him back of her as a force which would not fail. And she would show him his confidence was not misplaced his support not given to a vain cause! Resolution strengthened within her as the way was cleared. Unconsciously she caught Karl's hand and held it tight in both of hers. "You know, liebchen," he said, caressing her hand in response, "I've done considerable thinking of late.
Veronica didn't like her either, and would stand off and cackle at her pointedly. She seemed to think Liebchen carried on improper and had no refinement. Why, I guess from her point of view sea bathing wasn't becoming, and when Liebchen stood on her head in the water, Veronica used to take to the woods with her feelings pretty rumpled.
It had lived through things never to be told, never to be comprehended. "Lonesome days, liebchen," he had written. "It would seem almost like a rush of light to feel you standing in the doorway now. "My letters which I send you will tell you I am well, getting along all right, that I love you. These are some other things. If I think they will hurt you, I will not let you see them.
The professor, who had been watching him with a tender smile on his rugged old face, drew the child toward him, and brushed the hair back on his forehead. "Ach, liebchen," he said, in his queer broken speech, "thy shield will never be blank and bare. Already thou hast blazoned it with the beauty of a noble purpose, and like Galahad, thou too shalt find the Grail."
I'm ignorant, sweetheart, I don't know much about pictures, but don't you think that I can learn? Why, liebchen, I'm learning already! I never knew what they meant by lights and shadows until I saw your face. "But tell me, how does it happen your hair grows back from your temples that way? Why, no one else's hair does that.
At a table just below the stage sat the red-bearded Dozent with the lady of the photograph. They were drinking cheap native wines and were very happy. From the height of his worldly wisdom he was explaining the people to her. "In the box don't stare, Liebchen, he looks is the princeling I have told you of. Roses, of course. Last night it was orchids." "Last night! Were you here?" He coughed.
Finding that the tale could not be kept secret, John nerved himself to tell it to Carlen. She heard it in silence from beginning to end, asked a few searching questions, and then to John's unutterable astonishment said: "Wilhelm never killed that man. You have none of you stopped to see if there was proof." "But why did he fly, Liebchen?" asked John.
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