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Updated: June 13, 2025
Goethe, Auerbach, Spielhagen, Heyse, Gottfried Keller, Freytag, my unread favorite "Fritz" Reuter, deal not with the life of cities. There is as yet no drama, no novel, no art, no politics born of the city. There is no domineering Paris or London or New York as yet.
Madame Reuter, being less sentimental, as she was Flamand and not French, only laughed again. "You are a dangerous person, I fear," said she; "if you can forge compliments at that rate, Zoraide will positively be afraid of you; but if you are good, I will keep your secret, and not tell her how well you can flatter. Now, listen what sort of a proposal she makes to you.
Such men as Kamptz and Dambach kept their places by casting suspicion upon others and condemning them, but they little dreamed when they summoned before their execrable tribunal the insignificant student Fritz Reuter, of Mecklenburg, how he would brand their system and their names.
But it is useless troubling you with my distresses. What claim have I on your sympathy? None; I will then say no more. "Farewell, Monsieur. I put up the note in my pocket-book. I slipped the five-franc pieces into my purse then I took a turn through my narrow chamber. "Mdlle. Reuter talked about her poverty," said I, "and she is poor; yet she pays her debts and more.
"Well, you have given your first lesson," began Mdlle. Reuter in the most calm, equable voice, as though quite unconscious of the chaos from which we were separated only by a single wall. "Were you satisfied with your pupils, or did any circumstance in their conduct give you cause for complaint? Conceal nothing from me, repose in me entire confidence."
No one else evinced surprise either. Mdlle. Reuter knitted away assiduously; I was aware, however, that at the conclusion of the paragraph, she had lifted her eyelid and honoured me with a glance sideways; she did not know the full excellency of the teacher's style of reading, but she perceived that her accent was not that of the others, and wanted to discover what I thought; I masked my visage with indifference, and ordered the next girl to proceed.
Fleming is back, and Wolff is back, and Melville and Reuter and Hungerford are back, but only for a few days, and we all must meet and map things out. I forgot about the dinner. As soon as I remembered it I left a note on your dressing-table." With sudden emotion he drew her to him, and buried his face in her soft golden hair.
According to Reuter, the Anthropological and Geological Society at Stockholm received the following telegram from a ship owner at Mandal: "Captain Hueland, of the steamship Vaagen who arrived there on Monday morning, reports that when off Kola Fjord, Iceland, in 65 degrees 34 minutes north lat., 21 degrees 28 minutes west long., on May 14th he found a drifting buoy, marked 'No. 7. Inside the buoy was a capsule marked 'Andree's Polar Expedition, containing a slip of paper, on which was given the following: 'Drifting Buoy No. 7.
"No; like you, monsieur, she asked me to walk into her parlour." "And Madame Reuter the old duenna my mother's gossip, was there, of course?" "No, monsieur; I had the honour of being quite alone with mademoiselle." "C'est joli cela," observed M. Pelet, and he smiled and looked into the fire. "Honi soit qui mal y pense," murmured I, significantly. "Je connais un peu ma petite voisine voyez-vous."
M. Reuter, who is a man probably, if he is not a joint-stock company, is believed not to be altogether an impartial historian; and it is felt in many drawing-rooms that what is wanted on this occasion, at the telegraph offices, is a sound and resolute Madame Reuter, to correct the deviations of M. Reuter's compass.
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