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But to my pleasant surprise the Oxonians seemed not at all surprised at the sudden appearance of one asking, in a voice a little shaken with emotion, for a copy of the "Miscellanies." Mr. Campion and Mr. Krause, who greeted me, were kindness itself. "Oh, yes," they said, "we have a copy." And in a minute it lay before me.
Did you hear what she said? It wasn't true, was it? Oh, it can't be!" "It was quite true, Ephie. What he told YOU wasn't true. He never really cared for anyone but her. They were were engaged for years." At this, she wept so heart-rendingly that he was afraid Frau Krause would come in and interfere. "You MUST control yourself. Crying won't alter things now.
I suppose we shall learn something there. You knew all before we did, when the cutter arrived last time. You must have some important friends at the English court, Mynheer Van Krause." Here Mynheer Krause nodded his head, and looked very knowing, and shortly afterwards took his leave. But this particular friend of Mynheer Krause was also his particular enemy.
Mynheer Krause then led the way to the saloon, called for coffee, and, so soon as he had finished it, made an apology to his guest, and left him alone with his beautiful daughter. Wilhelmina Krause was a young person of a strong mind irregularly cultivated; she had never known the advantage of a mother's care, and was indeed self-educated.
Krause had kept his books very methodically, and after taking stock of the little trade goods that were still unsold, and counting his cash, I was able to tell her pretty exactly how he stood. There was about £200 due to him altogether. "What would you advise me to do?" she asked.
It had been his intention as soon as his services were required elsewhere, to have demanded Wilhelmina's hand from her father, still leaving him in error as to his politics; and by taking her with him, after the marriage, to the court of St Germains, to have allowed Mynheer Krause to think what he pleased, but not to enter into any explanation; but, as Ramsay truly observed, Mynheer Krause had, by his not retaining the secrets confided to him, rendered himself suspected, and once suspected with King William, his disgrace, if not ruin, was sure to follow.
The king frowned and turned away to the window, and Mynheer Krause, perceiving that his majesty's back was turned upon him, walked out of the door. "Too hasty!" thought Mynheer Krause. "I am loyal and thrown into prison, and am expected to be satisfied with the plea of being too hasty. My house is burnt down, and the plundering mob have been too hasty.
One of these, Regierungsrat Paul Krause, son-in-law of Field Marshal Von der Goltz, wrote an article in January, 1917, in the LokalAnzeiger pointing out the American side of the question of this munition shipment; and that bold and fearless speaker and writer, Maximilian Harden, dared to make a defence of the American standpoint.
And so, having written a note authorising Frau Krause to keep his books and clothes, in place of the outstanding rent, he put a match to the fire which was laid in the stove, and, on his knees before it, burnt all such personal trifles as had value for himself alone. He postponed, to the last, even handling the small packet made up of the letters he had had from Louise. Then their turn came, too.
"Yes, but a little thing will sour the face of royalty; his corn may have pinched him at the time, he might have had a twinge in the bowels his voyage may have affected him." "He smiled upon others, upon my friend Engelback, very graciously." This was the very party who had prepared the charges against Krause his own very particular friend. "Did he?" replied Ramsay.
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