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Updated: June 26, 2025
"I have been told, Liebchen. Each night he sits there, and when she finishes her song he rises in the box, kisses the flowers and tosses them to her." "Shameless! Is she so beautiful?" "No. But you shall see. She comes." Le Grande was very popular.
We went to the bank when the tide was in again to watch Liebchen go out. Kreps was pretty tearful. "Aber," he says, "she iss too much of her." She came feeling her way through the channel with her snout under water. Kamelillo's bamboo stuck out of her fat side six feet or more. Veronica cackled at her, and her feathers stood up, so that you could see she thought Liebchen was no lady.
The longboat held off, seeing she was likely to stay there and needed all the room. After a while she grew quiet. A few motions of her flukes, and that was all. The longboat came in, and we slid down the bluffs. The man in the stern says, "That your hen?" I said I was acquainted with her. "Oh! Maybe that's your whale?" "Ach, Liebchen!" says Kreps.
"It iss not of use," said Kreps, and he sighed. "You understand not de yearning, de ideal. Listen! Liebchen, she iss de abstraction, de principle. Aber no. You cannot. De soul iss alone, iss not comprehend." "All right," says Kamelillo. "You look here. Go see thas girl whale on a bamboo raft. No good sit on log all night, sing hoohoo song." Kreps was taken with that notion.
American fraus, American mans, are sheep in dere house." But in regard to this young stranger, Frau Weitbreck seemed strangely stirred from her usual phlegmatic silence. Carlen's appeal to her had barely been spoken, when, rising in her place at the head of the table, the old woman said solemnly, in German, "Yes, Liebchen, he goes with the eyes like eyes of a man that saw always the dead.
See what it is to have a daughter who can be afraid for you, though she can not be afraid for herself! But, Liebchen, Thou must not blame me for coming to see him. Think! My best friend, and unseen for seven years!" "It is worth a good deal of risk," said Erica, brightly.
When he awoke it was quite evening: there was a lantern held over his head; voices were muttering curiously and angrily; bending over him were two priests, a sacristan of the church and his own father. His little wallet lay by him on the stones, always empty. "Liebchen, were you mad?" cried his father, half in rage, half in tenderness.
But she would have no doctor; she would have no care save that which Gretchen gave her. Sometimes she remained in bed all the day. She had been out of the house but once since she came. She mystified the girl, for she never complained, never asked questions, talked but little, and always smiled kindly when the pillow was freshened. "Good morning, Fräu," said Gretchen. "Good morning, Liebchen."
It's not scientific knowledge it's the other kind. The trees know that the lake is there." "Let's walk down to the lake," he said. "I want to feel it on my face. And oh, liebchen it's good to have you tell about things like this." As they walked she told him of all she saw: the people they met, and what she was sure the people were thinking about.
"Stay a minute, Liebchen," said Lapidoth, speaking in a lowered tone; "what sort of man has Ezra turned out?" "A good man a wonderful man," said Mirah, with slow emphasis, trying to master the agitation which made her voice more tremulous as she went on. She felt urged to prepare her father for the complete penetration of himself which awaited him.
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