The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction - German

Corps; the other, who was somewhat shorter, and had a full beard with only the regulation smooth chin, had been dismissed from the Pasewalkern. The

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make a trick." And he laid his hand on the table and then

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they are married the

y appear in the third and fourth generation, which seems to point to some alternation o

ner' and pass on their property, their rank and their names according to agreement. They seem the same and yet they are diff

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ly and he must have don

ng libraries and plagiarizing. Any one who is a trifle

kind. Fou

quence t

hear from the billiard room near by the sound

t, all more or less absorbed in their whist or dominoes, and not the least absorbed were the two men who had just been talking about Ella and Afzelius. T

bring us a lot of news,

there was no def

n the most accommodating mood. How you can settle things

ay. Truly that was a wise saying. But where shall we take it? I think we had better sit outside on the terrace, right in the sun. The more one braves the weather the better one fares. Here, Pehlecke, three cups. I cannot listen to the falling of the pins any longer. It makes me nervous; outside, indeed, there is noise too, but it is different

n behind us, this ivy near us, and a view of a bare wall. A heavenly location for his Majesty's guards! What would old Prince Pückler have said to this club garden? Pehlecke, here, bring the table here, that will do. And, to finish with, you may bring us some of your very best

tters, because cousins in the seventeenth degree are not precisely the intimates and confidants of princes, and in the second place, I come, i

was this

e. A charming old gentleman and a good

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bout it yourself. But out with i

orth reporting, but another bit of news was all the

hat co

about t

sition: he has 9000 marks a year and spends 12000, and that is the sharpest of all corners, at least sharper than the marri

cou

ical terms at present. And I will wager that her na

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her n

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hin, he is the old man with the plaster over his eye, has six estates, and with the farms there are real

u know

or all that she is not sentimental, and is less like the moon than like the sun. She wa

he Pe

enthin!... she was like a rail then, and that is what we used to call her, and she was the most charming little hoyden that you can imagine. I can still see h

or you must know that Rien?cker has for some time past enjoyed another tint, indeed ash-blond, and if what Balafré lately told me is true, he has been seriously considering whether he should not raise his blanchisseuse to the

ong bow and invents interesting tales. You are sober, Wede

Rien?cker, in spite of his six feet, or perhaps because of them, i

x out of a trap. It is painful and a bit of one's life is left behind. But the main thing is to get out again--out,