Greifenstein by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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'The weather is very warm,' she remarked, as a preparatory move towards
going into the house. 'Is it?' asked her companion as though she had been told something very unusual. 'It seems so to me,' responded the baroness, rather surprised that the fact should be questioned. 'But then, it always seems warmer here after Sigmundskron.' 'Yes--yes, perhaps so. I daresay it is. How very good of his majesty-- is it not?' 'To grant an amnesty?' 'Yes, to forgive those dreadful creatures who did so much harm. I am sure I would not have done it--would you? But you are so good--did you ever know any of them?' 'Oh no, never. I was--' She was going to say that she had been too young, but she was stopped by a feeling of consideration for Clara. 'I was never in the way of seeing them,' she said, completing the sentence. 'As for me,' said Clara, 'I was a mere child, quite a little thing you know.' An engaging smile--poor woman, it was more than half mechanical and unconscious--emphasised this assertion of her youth. Frau von Sigmundskron, in whom enforced economy had developed an unusual facility for mental arithmetic, could not refrain from making a |
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