Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson
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expressed forcibly, in his hearty Saxon dialect, that had Schilsky
left Leipzig at this particular time, he would have been a fool indeed. "Look here, boys," he cried, pounding the table to get attention. "That's all very well, but he must have an eye to the practical side of things, too----" "DER BIEDERE SACHSE HOCH!" threw in Boehmer, who was Prussian, and of a more ideal cast of mind. "--and a chance such as this, he will certainly never have again. A hundred thousand marks, if a pfennig, and a face to turn after in the street! No, he is a confounded deal wiser to stay here and make sure of her, for that sort is as slippery as an eel." "Krafft can tell us; he let her go; is she?--is it true?" shouted half a dozen. Krafft looked up and winked. His reply was so gross and so witty that there was a very howl of mirth. "KRAFFT HOCH, HOCH KRAFFT!" they cried, and roared again, until the proprietor, a mild, round-faced man, who was loath to meddle with his best customers, advanced to the middle of the floor, where he stood smiling uneasily and rubbing his hands. But it was growing late. "Why the devil doesn't he come?" yawned Boehmer. |
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