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"Yes, do so, do so, Gotzkowsky!" cried all the others. "Go to the king, he is friendly toward you beg for us." Gotzkowsky's countenance beamed with generous satisfaction. "Very well," said he; "I will go to the king and beg him to allow the town of Berlin to preserve its honor immaculate, and pay the promised sum."
The garden, which stretched from behind Gotzkowsky's house to the limits of the city, was really of artistic beauty, and he had spent thousands in creating a park out of this dead level of sand. Now, his work was completed, and all Berlin spoke with praise and admiration of this garden, which ranked among the lions to be visited by every traveller.
Indeed, Gotzkowsky's house had been, to all appearance, perfectly safe; it was the sanctuary and refuge of all the unfortunate, the only secure place where they could bestow their valuables. Russian sentinels stood before the house, and Tottleben's adjutant had his residence in it. But this security only applied to the house. As long as Elise kept herself within-doors, Bertram had no fear.
Gotzkowsky's sharp glance had detected in his insolent hearing and contracted features that it was not pity or sympathy which had brought the Jew to him, but only a desire to gloat over the sufferings of his victim. "He shall not enjoy his triumph. He shall find me collected and determined, and shall not suspect my grief."
"Never has it been done more cordially and sincerely," said Balthazar, pressing Gotzkowsky's hand to his lips. "You have always been a father and a friend to us, and we have often been sorry that you were so rich and powerful that we could not show you how dear you were to us. Now that you are no longer rich, we can prove that we love you, for we can work for you.
And as he laid his hand affectionately on Gotzkowsky's shoulder, he continued: "Betray to no one what I have said to you, and only at the very last moment, if it is absolutely necessary, take the Council into your confidence." "How, sire?" said Gotzkowsky, painfully. "You wish to deprive your Berlin citizens of the gratification of expressing to you their gratitude, their infinite affection.
They fell on Gotzkowsky's heart like soothing balm; they forced tears of mingled joy and repentance from his eyes. A long while did they remain locked in each other's arms. Their lips were silent, but their hearts spoke, and they understood each other without words.
Remember it is night, and I am alone with you." "Yes, you are right," said Feodor sadly. "Hide me; no spot must tarnish your honor." With convulsive haste, Elise drew him to the door of her chamber. Gotzkowsky's voice was heard just outside the window. "Quick! hasten, they are coming!" said she, pulling the door open, and pushing him hurriedly on.
Long may he live!" cried the crowd, not jubilantly, but in a sad tone, half smothered by tears. Gotzkowsky's countenance beamed with joy, and with a grateful smile he stretched out his hand to Balthazar. "I thank you, my friend," he said; "you have often shouted in compliment to me, but never has it given me so much pleasure as to-day."
In the quiet of the night Gotzkowsky's voice was now heard. He ordered his servants to shut the garden gates carefully, and watch them well, as the Russians entering the town would pass by this wall. "You are right," said Feodor; "it is your father. Truly this is an unlucky accident." "He will kill me if he finds you here," murmured Elise, clinging, half fainting, to her lover's arm.
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