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The Indian Lily and Other Stories by Hermann Sudermann
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Because, you see, _Siegfried_ had his _Brunhilde_ who inspired him to
do great deeds. And what have I? ... A couple of hard cases picked up
in the street."

"Afterwards, I suppose, you felt more reconciled?"

"That shows how little you know me. I'd promised the girls supper. So
I had to eat with them. But when that was over I let 'em slide. I
ran about in the streets and just--howled!"

"Very well, but what exactly are you after?"

"That's what I don't know, Herr von Niebeldingk. Oh, if I knew! But
it's something quite indefinite--hard to think, hard to comprehend.
I'd like to howl with laughter and I don't know why ... to shriek, and
I don't know what about."

"Blessed youth!" Niebeldingk thought, and looked at the enthusiastic
boy full of emotion. ...

John, who was serving, announced that the florist's girl had come with
the Indian lilies.

"Indian lilies, what sort of lilies are they?" asked Fritz overcome by
a hesitant admiration.

"You'll see," Niebeldingk answered and ordered the girl to be
admitted.

She struggled through the door, a half-grown thing with plump red
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