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Now Fritz Wendel loves me also, and he shall make me a declaration, for I must know what this charming sensation is. He shall do it to-morrow. I will be so kind and gentle that he will tell me of his love. But now I must return to the palace. I dare not be found here," and the young girl flew away lightly as a gazelle. The garden was again solitary.
"Dressed in a little brief authority, they strut before High Heaven," and make one wish they had never been evolved but remained altogether apes. Dr. Wendel Holmes, of literary celebrity, was at the Pickerings, and I had a short talk with him, but as every minute some new introduction came off, I could never have a pleasant chat with any one. Mrs.
Fritz Wendel still lives, and, if you desire it, I can release him, and he may tell his romantic story." "Oh, for the second time to-day I have heard that hateful name!" cried Louise; "the past is an avenger that pursues us mercilessly through our whole lives."
Louise von Schwerin is not more widely separated from the poor gardener, Fritz Wendel, than Mademoiselle Pannewitz from Prince Augustus William. A gardener can rise and become a nobleman, but Mademoiselle Pannewitz can never become a princess, never be the wife of her lover.
Let me ask: have you solved the Blind Spot?" "We've solved nothing, professor. What we have come for is, first, yourself; and second, for the secrets you have found. It is for us to ask what is the Blind Spot?" The professor shook his head. "You were always a poor guesser, Mr. Wendel. Perhaps Chick, now " "Put me down as unprepared," answered Chick. "I'm like Harry I want to know!"
If there was the least doubt in Chick's mind that this was really Harry, it was dispelled by the sight of the person who the next moment stepped up to his side. It was none other than the Nervina. "Harry Wendel!" gasped Watson. It was too good to be true! "Surest thing you know, Chick. It's me, alive and kicking!" as they grabbed one another. "How did you get here?" "Search me!
Truly this bouquet contained also a love-letter, a very tender, glowing love-letter, in which Fritz Wendel implored her to fly with him; to carry out their original plan, and flee with him to Oranienburg, where they would be married by the priest who had been won over by the Prince Augustus William. To-day, yes, this evening at nine o'clock must the flight take place.
"I will overcome all impediments," said this young girl, "and nothing shall prevent me from playing my romance to the end. Fritz Wendel loves me more passionately than any duke or baron will ever love me; he has been made a prisoner because of his love for me, and that is the reason I see him no more.
"I will do so if you promise me not to leave me immediately." "I promise! I promise!" Fritz Wendel pushed back the orange-tree, then lifting Louise gently in his arms, he carried her to the grassplot, and seating her, he threw himself on his knees before her, and bowed, as if in adoration. "You are my queen, the sovereign of my soul! I lay myself at your feet, as your slave.
It was Fritz Wendel who appeared at the entrance of the grotto, and looked anxiously toward the sleeping Laura. He had been occupied in arranging the plants and flowers in this conservatory, which had been confided to his especial care. As the queen never entered the garden at this time, this hour had been set apart for his labors.
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