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Updated: June 26, 2025
I was disappointed. But doesn't this make you see dear new love dear real love how happy I am, and why? "But you poor little girl how I've cheated you! Why, liebchen God bless the Germans for inventing that name for you you were entitled to weeks and weeks of beautiful, delicate courtship.
He lifted his oar to slap the water, and Kamelillo drew off, and cast the harpoon. Liebchen, she came out of her maiden fancies. She acted plain whale. That's a way of acting which calls for respect, but it's not romantic. She slapped the bamboo raft, and there was no such thing. She swallowed the harbour and spit it out. She whooped and danced and teetered. She let out all her primeval feelings.
When she had finished he was quite still for a long minute. He was breathing hard; Karl was excited about it too! And then he stooped over and kissed her forehead, and it startled her to feel that his lips were very cold. "Liebchen," he said, his voice trembling a bit Karl did care so much! "I am glad."
"My books are finished. Now what? more books? lectures? some kind of old woman's make-shift? Sit here and watch my red blood dry up? Sit here like a plant shrivelling away in the darkness? Be looked after and fussed over and have things made as easy for me as possible? I don't know I can't see "There, liebchen I've taken a brace. I took a long drink of courage, and I'm in better shape.
Ernestine" drawing her close, a sob in his voice "liebchen, can you?" She longed to tell him then; it would mean so much to tell him now, Karl was so troubled to-night. But the time was not ripe yet; she must not spoil it all.
He looked up at her in such absolute astonishment that she laughed. "Liebchen," he said, "don't you think that would be going a long way out of our road to hunt a quarrel? Now I can think up much better subjects for a quarrel than that. For instance: Do I love you more than you love me, or do you love me more than I love you? Your subject makes me think of our old debating society.
He was making a kind of paste of ground roots, called "poi," which wasn't bad, if you rolled a fish in it, and baked it on the coals, and thought about something else. But at that time Liebchen came round the north shore in a roar of foam, bringing her flukes down now and then with a slap to make the harbour ache, and she slapped near a barrel of water over Kamelillo and his fire and his poi.
"Well now look here, liebchen, have I been such a brute that you thought I wouldn't want you to set foot out of the house? I didn't suppose there was anyone here you'd have much to gain from, but if there is, so much the better. I want you to go right ahead and do your best don't you know that?" But there was a note of forced cheer in it.
Her face, fresh and smiling, was fair to see against the background of dense shadow, the light she carried flashed like a star, and leaning down from the lattice she sang half-timidly, half mischievously, the first two or three bars of the old song.. "Du, du, liegst in mein Herzen ... !" "Ah! Gute Nacht, Liebchen!" said a man's voice below. "Gute Nacht! Schlafen sie wohl!"
Let us think of the kind heart and forget the feeble spirit. As his escort trooped after him, the great German man-at-arms separated from them and turned back to us. 'I am weary of trotting up and down like a lust-ritter at a fair, said he. 'If I bide with ye I am like to have my share of any fighting which is going. So, steady, mein Liebchen.
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