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"I am her father," half-pleaded, half-protested Brauner. "Cap'n's orders," said the policeman in a gentler voice. "The best thing you can do is to go to the station house and wait there. You won't get to see her here." Meanwhile Casey, still holding Hilda by the arm, was guiding her along a dark hall. When they touched a door he threw it open. He pushed her roughly into the room.
There's been such a row in the German lesson!! We got back the compositions in which Hella and I, the 2 Ehrenfelds, Brauner, Edith Bergler, and Kuhnelt, had not put a single comma. Nothing would have been found out had not that idiot Brauner put in commas first and then scratched them out.
He told stories of the old German Emperor and Bismarck, and finally discovered that Brauner was an ardent admirer of Schiller. He saw a chance to make a double stroke to please Brauner and to feed his own vanity. "With your permission, sir," he said, "I will give a soliloquy from Wallenstein." Brauner went to the door leading down the private hall. "Mother!" he called. "Come at once. Mr.
It should have been served before, but Mr. Feuerstein's exhibition had delayed it. "No I must work," he replied. "It's five o'clock." "That's right," said Brauner with an approving nod. "Business first! I must go in myself and you, too, Hilda." The late Sunday afternoon opening was for a very important trade. Hilda blushed the descent from the romantic to the practical jarred upon her. But Mr.
And nothing can be done until this man has had a chance." It was evident from Brauner's face that he was yielding to this common sense. Hilda looked at Otto gratefully. "Thank you, Otto," she said. He shook his head mournfully and turned away. Brauner gave Mr. Feuerstein a contemptuous glance. "Perhaps Otto's right," he growled. "You can stay. Let us have our game, Otto." Mrs.
Feuerstein, unless you'll promise me you won't marry him, no matter what he may say, until your father has had a chance to find out who and what he is." Mr. Feuerstein drew himself up grandly. "Who is this person, Miss Brauner?" he demanded with haughty coldness. "He don't know any better," she replied hurriedly. "He's an old friend. Trust me, Mr. Feuer Carl! Everything depends on it."
Hilda flung her arms high above her head and sank into a chair and buried her face. "It's a dream!" she moaned. "Wake me wake me!" Otto and Brauner looked each at the other in horror. "Murder!" whispered Brauner hoarsely. "My Hilda murder!" Otto went to Hilda and put his arms about her tightly and kissed her. "She's got to come," said Casey angrily.
I beg you" in a lower tone "for the sake of her future don't drive him out, and her with him. If he really would make her a good husband, why not let her have him? If he's not what he claims, she won't have him." Brauner hesitated. "But she's yours. Her mother and I have promised. We are people of our word." "But I won't marry her not unless she wishes it, she herself.
Brauner and his wife walked slowly home it was late and there would be more business than Hilda and August could attend to. As they crossed Third Street Brauner said: "Hilda must go and tell him to come. This is her doing." "But she can't do that," objected Mrs. Brauner. "She'd say it was throwing herself at his head." "Not if I send her?" Brauner frowned with a seeming of severity.
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