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Updated: August 14, 2024
On one of these Sundays it befell that Heimert was startled from his carpentering by the sound of a groan. He went outside and listened; the moaning sounds came from Heppner's quarters. He burst the door open and entered. The sick woman had been left alone. Her sister had gone for a walk, and the sergeant-major was doubtless at a public-house.
The brutality with which Heppner treated the dying woman was revolting to him, and his sympathy with the injured wife gradually inspired him with a positive hatred for the sergeant-major. The sergeant-major laughed at Heimert. "The Prince with the Nose" he called him, and sneered at his wife about this "lover." "You two would have suited each other well!" he jeered.
Before him stood his wife on the kitchen hearth, her figure rendered shapeless by her advanced state of pregnancy. And he had once thought her prettier than Albina! From this time he began to show Frau Heimert small attentions.
Heimert now appeared to her as a fellow-sufferer; only she was about to lay down the heavy burden, and he was but just going to take the load upon his back. The two talked together as if they had known each other for years; they were nearly always of the same opinion.
For he was obliged to believe that about her income. It was plain that Heimert was not lying. As a matter of fact the barmaid did receive fifty crowns every month.
She could attract most men as lovers, but as a husband she could only hope for one who was as simple and as much in love as Heimert. So she had fastened upon him, and she had no intention of endangering her plans by any unpleasant communications. Prague was a long way off; and, moreover, many years had passed since those days, and the money itself could tell no tales as to its source.
Everybody was surprised. Heimert? Who was Heimert? No one could say. Ah! It went on: "Deputy sergeant-major Heimert will therefore be relieved from his management of the forage department of the infantry and artillery ammunition columns and will return to his battery." So it really was that fellow with the gigantic nose, who was always slouching about the coach-houses and baggage sheds!
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