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As a matter of fact, Herr Schwarz was simply dazzled by the contents of Flood Castle. He had never dreamt that such virgin treasures still existed in this old England, till Miklos, instructed by the Falloden lawyer, had brought the list of the pictures to his hotel, a few days before this visit.
They bore their losses philosophically. Bendel, one of the few masters who spoke English it was against the principles of Schwarz to know a word of it: foreign pupils had to learn his language, not he theirs Bendel, frequented chiefly by the American colony, was of a phlegmatic temperament and not easily roused.
"I should be much obliged to you if you would give me your candid opinion of my playing. It's not easy to judge oneself although I must say, both at the time, and afterwards, I was not too well pleased with what I had done that is to say ..." "WIE? WAS?" cried Schwarz, and threw a hasty glance at his pupil, while he helped himself anew from the dish.
At the door of the Pension Schwarz Harmony paused. "Do you mind if I ask one question?" "You honor me, madam." "Then what is the name of the girl back home?" Peter Byrne was suddenly conscious of a complete void as to feminine names. He offered, in a sort of panic, the first one he recalled: "Emma." "Emma! What a nice, old-fashioned name!" But there was a touch of disappointment in her voice.
Besides, in all that counts, he is not worth Schwarz's little finger." "You're a warm advocate, Madeleine." "Yes, and I've reason to be. No one here has been as kind to me as Schwarz. I came, a complete stranger, and with not more than ordinary talent. But I went to him, and told him frankly what I wanted to do, how long I could stay, and how much money I had to spend. He helped me and advised me.
There the commencing chemist rehearses the experiment of Schwarz, and singes off those eyebrows which shall some day feel the cool shadow of the discoverer's laurel.
Over one of the doors hung a withered laurelwreath of imposing dimensions, and with faded silken ends, on which the inscription was still legible: DEM GROSSEN KUNSTLER, JOHANNES SCHWARZ! Open on a chair, with an embroidered book-marker between its pages, lay ATTA TROLL; and by the stove, a battered wooden doll sat against the wall, in a relaxed attitude, with a set leer on its painted face.
It is the first time it shall never happen again. Hear me, God in heaven! DANIEL. Mercy on me! What are you saying? What a wicked prayer! Uproar of the PEOPLE, rushing in. PEOPLE. Robbers! murderers! Who makes such a dreadful noise at this midnight hour! Beat them back, comrades! 'Tis the devil, come to fetch your master. Where is Schwarz with his troop? Surround the castle, Grimm!
It was immaterial; right or wrong, they must go out because others went; those were the orders from headquarters. "Of course, Von Barwig, you'll stand for whatever the Amalgamated stands for?" said Schwarz. "You'll resign until the matter is settled, I presume?" queried Mr. Ryan. Von Barwig shook his head.
It was Dove who had helped him over the embarrassments of the examination; it was through Dove's influence that he had obtained a private interview with Schwarz, and, in Dove's opinion, Schwarz was the only master in Leipzig under whom it was worth while to study; the only one who could be relied on to give the exhaustive TECHNIQUE that was indispensable, without, in the process, destroying what was of infinitely more account, the individuality, the TEMPERAMENT of the student.
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