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She could do whatever she wanted, and he would still, I think, be her patient, faithful poodle. If you'd like to, Doctor von Kammacher, we might go on deck and visit her. She's lots of fun. Besides we can watch the sun set." Little Mara lay stretched out in a steamer chair.
Doctor von Kammacher, she said, might be sorry for her if he wanted to, but nobody was to make a mistake about her. Everybody associating with her was to know exactly who she was. In this she betrayed a certain dread, as one who would absolutely guard others as well as herself against the catastrophe of disillusionment.
He understood why Fleischmann was drinking heavily, with so determined a manner, and why he was puffing himself like a turkey. "What do you think of that stuff, Doctor von Kammacher?" he asked, pointing to the paintings and snorting disdainfully. "To call such stuff art! Millions and millions are spent on getting those things over from France. They palm the trash off on the Americans.
"I will " He broke off and cried: "Say something! Just tell me the one thing, Ingigerd! Can you can you become my comrade for life?" Ingigerd was standing at the window looking out into the fog and tapping the pane with a pencil. "Perhaps, Doctor von Kammacher," she said finally. "Perhaps!" Frederick blazed up. "And Doctor von Kammacher!"
Altogether her appearance was not prepossessing. Since she looked impossible dressed as a grown lady in long skirts, she wore schoolgirl clothes and was tempted to furbish herself up like a tight-rope dancer with ribbons, openwork stockings, and white shoes. When Frederick von Kammacher entered the room, she blushed slightly, and held her hand out to him indolently.
"You didn't get the thanks you deserved, either, Doctor von Kammacher," he said in his broad dialect, rich in vowel sounds, and recounted a number of cases, of which Frederick had not known, in which good had been repaid by evil tattle. "The people around Plassenberg are not fit for men like you and me. Men like you and me belong in America, the land of liberty."
Ella courtesied and said: "I am out with Rosa. There she is." Frederick turned and saw Rosa standing on the steps. "Good morning, Doctor von Kammacher," she said. Frederick introduced Ella to Mr. Lilienfeld. "Ella was in the shipwreck. Here you have additional proof of the tremendous physical power of resistance of the so-called weaker sex." "Good morning, little girl.
"Just take a look here, Doctor von Kammacher," he said, opening a door nearby, through which one could look into a deep, square pit filled half way up to the top with thousands of packages of all sizes. "Mr. Rinck has to arrange all of these." "Exclusive of the letters," Mr. Rinck supplemented phlegmatically. "Theridium triste," thought Frederick.
He began to banter Hahlström and Achleitner, sometimes in rather caustic fashion, while exchanging glances with Frederick, as if he thought vastly more of him than of the other two men, who soon withdrew from his attacks to go on deck. "My name is Stoss." "Mine, Von Kammacher." "It's very good of you to keep me company. That Hahlström and his henchman are disgusting.
Even if he had pronounced fewer wild paradoxes, Frederick von Kammacher would have succumbed to his spell. He eagerly sought for resemblances between father and daughter, or, more accurately, he observed them without seeking. They were very evident to one who, alas, to his own torture, was carrying the daughter's picture alive in his soul.
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