Moral by Ludwig Thoma
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STROEBEL [who has crossed over to Reisacher]. Please don't be so familiar. HAUTEVILLE. I am so helpless. No one will listen to me. No one answers me. An awful looking woman brought me a cup of yellow broth and a rusty spoon--[indicating with her hand] so big. "Eat!" she said, and threw it down and left. You will see to it, sir, that my friends are notified, won't you? STROEBEL [glancing over Reisacher's shoulder]. Your friends cannot help you here. [To Reisacher.] Don't make the margin so wide. You are wasting good paper. [To Hauteville.] Your friends can do nothing at all for you. HAUTEVILLE. You think so, do you? One single word and I'll be set free. STROEBEL [contemptuously]. Indeed! HAUTEVILLE. Before the day is over everyone of you will have to apologize to me. Yes, before this day is over. STROEBEL. Certainly. [To Reisacher.] The word "Assessor" has two "s" in all cases. HAUTEVILLE. If you people had the least idea whom you disturbed. If you knew whom you compelled to hide in the wardrobe. STROEBEL [turning quickly to Hauteville]. In the wardrobe? So! [To |
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