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爱上天使般的女孩）by bret harte
the america had evidently lostthe last half hourhad been wanderinga medieval town,a profound medievew days had elapsed sincehad left the steamship that carried him hither; and the accentshis own tongue, the idiomshis own people, and the sympathetic munitynew world tastes and expressions still filled his mind untilwoke up,rather,it seemedhim, was falling asleepthe pastthis old world town which had once held his ancestors.
althougepublican,had likedthinkthemquaint distinctive garb, representing state and importance perhaps even aristocratic pre eminence contentlet the responsibilitysuch “bad eminence” rest with them entirely, buabitconscientiousness and love for historic truth eventually led him alsoregardhonest bauer standing beside his cattlethe quaint market place,a kindly faced black eyed dienstmadchena doorway, witimid, respectful interest,a possible typehis progenitors.
for, unlike somehis traveling countrymeneurope,was nonob, andstruck himan american thatwas, perhaps, betterthinkhis racehaving improved thanhavin these ingenuous meditationshad passed the long rowsquaint, high houses, whose sagging roofs and unpatched dilapidations were yet far removed from squalor, untilhad reached the road borderedpoplars, allunlike his own country’s waysides and knew thathad wandered far from his hotel.
he did not care, however,retrace his steps and returnthe wayha was,reasoned, some other streetturning that would eventually bring himthe market place and his hotel, and yet extend his experienceth turnedright angles intarrow grass lane, which was, however,neatly kept and apparentlypublicth moments’ walking convinced him thatwas nohoroughfare and thatledthe open gatesa park.
this had somethinga public look, which suggested that his intrusion mightat leasardonable trespass, andrelied, like most strangers,the exonerating qualitya stranger’ park laythe directionwishedgo, and yetstruck himsingular thaarksuch extent shouldstill allowedoccupy such valuable urba, its length seemedbe illimitablehe wandered on, untilbecame conscious thatmust have again lost his way, anddiverged toward the only boundary, a high, thickset hedgethe right, whose linehad been following.
asnearedhe heard the soundvoicesthe other side, speakinggerman, with whichwa,yet, metone, and being now impressed with the fact that foublic place the park was singularly deserted,was conscious that his position was getting serious, anddeterminedtake this only chanceinquiringhedge was thinnersome places thanothers, andtimescould see not only the light throughbut even the moving figuresthe speakers, and the occasional white flasha summer gown.
at lastdeterminedperate it, and with little difficulty emergedthe othe herepause found himself behinomewhat formal and symmetrical groupfigures with their backs toward him, but all stiffened into attitudesmotionlesshis own, and all gazing witonotonous intensitythe directiona handsome building, which had been invisible above the hedge but which now seemedarise suddenly beforthe figures werefore him, butslightly separated from the others thatwas enabledsee the house between her and her panions,was confrontedthe pretty back, shoulders, and blond braidsa young girltwenty.
convinced thathad unwittingly intruded upon some august ceremonial,instantly slipped back into the hedge, butsilently that his momentary presence was evidentlregained the park sideglanced back through the interstices; there wasmovementthe figures nor breakthe silenceindicate that his intrusion had beong breathreliefhurried from the park.
it was late whenfinally got backhi his little modern adventure had, i fear, quite outrun his previous medieval reflections, and almost his first inquirythe silver chained porterthe courtyard wasregardth waspublic parkalstadt!the herr possibly alludedthe hof gardens the schloss, which wasthe directiochloss was the residencythe hereditary gran wohl!he was stopping there with severa was naturallarty theramilwarivat times, when the grand duke was “notresidence,”was openth pointfact,such times ticketsadmission werebe hadthe hotel for fifty pfennig was not,truth, muchsee excepodel farm and dairy the pretty toya previous grand duchess.
butseemed destinede into closer collision with the modern lifntering the hotel, weariedhis long walk,passed the landlord ananhalf military uniformthe landing nearhe entered his apartmenthaague impression, without exactly knowing why, that the landlord and the military stranger had just left it.this feeling was deepenedthe evident disarrangementcertain articleshis unlocked portmanteau and the disanizationhis writinindignation passed ove was followeda knockthe door,and the landlord blandly appeared with the stranger.
“a thousand pardons,” said the former, smilingly, “but herr sanderman, the ober inspectorpolice, wishesspeak witare not intruding?”
“not now,” said the american, dryly.
the two exchangeacant and deprecating smile.
“i haveask onlew formal questions,” said the ober inspectorexcellent but somewhat precise english, “to supplement the report which,a stranger, you may not knowrequiredthe police from the landlordregardthe names and qualityhis guests who are foreignth have apassport?”
“i have,” said the american still more dryly.“but inot keepinunlockedportmanteauan open writing case.”
“an admirable precaution,” said sanderman, with unmoved politeness.“maee it?thanks,”added, glancing over the document which the american produced from his pocket.“i see that you arorn american citizen andearlier knowledgethat fact would have prevented this littl are aware, mr. hoffman, that your namegerman?”
“it was bornemy ancestors, who came from this country two centuries ago,” said hoffman, curtly.
“we are indeed honoredby your returnit,” returned sanderman suavely, “butwas the circumstanceyour name beinocal one, and the possibilityyour still beinerman citizen liableunperformed military duty, which has caused the trouble.”his manner was clearly civil and courteous, but hoffman felt that all the time his own face and features were undergoinrofound scrutiny from the speaker.
“and you are making sure that you will knowagain?” said hoffman, witmile.
“i trust, indeed, both,” returned sanderman, witow, “although you will permitto say that your description here,” pointingthe passport, “scarcely doesgott!is the sameall countries; the official eyenot thatthe young damen.”
hoffman, though not conceited, had not lived twenty years without knowing thatwas very good looking, yet there was somethingthe remark that causedhimcolor witew uneasiness.
the ober inspector rose with another bow, and moved toward the door.“i hope you will letmake amends for this intrusiondoing anythinanrender your visit herleasan,”added,“itnot for long.”
but hoffman evaded the evident question,he resented whatimagined waossible sneer.
“i have not yet determinedmovements,”said.
the ober inspector brought his heels togethera somewhat stiffer military salute and departed.
nothing, however, could have exceeded the later almost servile urbanitythe landlord, who seemedhave been proudthe official visithi was profusehis attentions, and even introduced hima singularly artistic looking manmiddle age, wearingorderhis buttonhole, whommet casuallythe hall.
“our court photographer,” explained the landlord with some fervor, “at whose studio, onlew houses distant, mostthe hoheiten and prinzessinengermany have sat for their likenesses.”
“i should feel honoredif the distinguished american herr would givea visit,” said the stranger gravely,he gazedhoffman withintensity which recalled the previous scrutinythe police inspector, “anouldcharmedhe would avail himselfmy poor skilltransmit his picturesque featuresmy unique collection.”
hoffman returneolite evasionthis invitation, althoughwas consciousbeing struck with this second examinationhis face, and the allusionhis personality.
the next morning the porter met him witysteriou herr would still likesee the schloss?hoffman, who had quite fotten his adventurethe park, looke wohl the hof authorities haddoubt heardhis visit and had intimatedthe hotel proprietor thatmight have permissionvisit the model farmthe american still looked indifferent the porter pointed out with some importance thatwaucal courtesy notbe lightly treated; that few, indeed,the burghers themselves had ever been admittedthis eccentric whimthe late gran would,course,silent about it; the court would not likeknown that they had madeexceptiontheir rulesfavora foreigner;would enter quickly and boldl wouldbousekeepera dairymaidshow him over the place.
more amusedthis important mystery over what he,an american, was inclinedclassifya “free pass”a somewhat heavy “side show,”gravely accepted the permission, and the next morning after breakfast set outvisit the model farmhis driver,he had been instructed, hoffman entered the gateway witinglingexpectancy anertain amusement over the “boldness” which the porter had suggested should characterizehim waeautifully kept lane borderedarbored and trellised roses, which seemedsink into the distance.
he was instinctively followingwhenbecame aware thatwas mysteriously acpanieda manthe liverya chasseur, who was walking among the trees almost abreasthim, keeping pace with his step, and after the first introductory military salute preservineremoniou was somethingludicrousthis solemn procession towareaceful, rural industry thatthe time they had reached the bottomthe lahe american had quite recovered his goo herew astonishment awaite before hima green amphitheater laittle wooden farm yard and outbuildings, which irresistibly suggested thathad been recently unpacked and setfrooxnurember symmetrical trees, the galleried houses with preternaturally glazed windows, even the spotty, disproportionately sized cowsthe white fenced barnyards were all unreal, wooden and toylike.
crossininiature bridge oveittle stream, from whichwas quite preparedhook metallic fish witag their own size,looked about him for some real beingdispelmysterious chasseurunder the archan arbor, which seemedbe posedsilk ribbons, green glass, and pink tissue paper, stoouaint but delightful figure.
at firstseemedifhad only dispelled one illusionthe figure before him might have been madedresden chinadaintily delicate and uniquewascolorwas thata young girl dressedsome fotten medieval peasant garbvelvet braids, silver staylaced corsage, lace sleeves, and helmeted metalli, after the dresden method, the pale yellowher hair was repeatedher bodice, the pinkher cheeks wasthe rosesher chint blueher eyes was the blueher petticoat; the dazzling whitenessher neck shone againthe sleevesshe was real and human, for the pink deepenedher cheekshoffman’s hat flew from his head, and she recognized the civility witrave little curtsy.
“you have esee the dairy,” she saidquaintly accurate english;will show you the way.”
“if you please,” said hoffman, gaily, “but ”
“but what?” she said, facing him suddenly with absolutely astonished eyes.
hoffman looked into them solong that their frank wonder presently contracted intoominous minglingrestraintdaunted, however,went on:“couldn’tshake all that?”
the lookwonder returned.“shake all that?” she repeated.“inot understand.”
“well!i’m not positively achingsee cows, and you mustsickshowin, too, i’ve about sized the whol’tbe betterwe sat downthat arbor supposingwon’t fall down and you toldall about the lot?it would save yoeaptrouble and keep your pretty frock cleaner than trapesin course,”said, wituick transitionthe gentlest courtesy, “if you’re conscientious about this thing we’llon and not spare inwith you for the whole morning.”
she lookedhim again, and then suddenly broke intharmin revealeetstrong white teeth,wella certain barbaric traceits cadence which civilized restraint had not entirely overlaid.
“i suppose she reallya peasant,spitethat pretty frock,”saidhimselfhe laughed too.
but her face presently toohadereserve, and witentle but singular significance she said:“i think you must see the dairy.”
hoffman’s hat washis hand witivacity that tumbled the brown curlshis forehead.“by all means,”said instantly, and began walkingher sidemodest but eas thatthought heonscientious peasantwas quiet and respectful.
presently she lifted her eyes, which, despite her gravity, had not entirely lost their previous mirthfulness, and said: “but you americansyour rich and prosperous country, with your large lands and your great harvests you must know all about farming.”
“never wasa dairymy life,” said hoffman gravely.“i’m from the citynew york, where the cows give swill milk, and are keptcellars.”
her eyebrows contracted prettilyan efforhe apparently gaveup, and said witlanting glintmischiefher eyes:“then you e here like the other americanshopesee the grand duke and duchess and the princesses?”
“no.the facti almost tumbled intot’em standing like wax figures the other sidethe park lodge, the other day and got awaysoorefer the cows.”
her head was slightly turne hadcontent himself with looking down upon the strong feettheir serviceable but smartly buckled shoes that uplifted her upright figure asshe moved beside him.
“of course,”he added with boyish but unmistakable courtesy, “if it’s partyour showtrot out the family, why i’mthat, too.i dare say you could make them interesting.”
“but why,” she saidwith her head still slightly turned away towarigurturdy looking woman, which, for the first time, hoffman perceived waswalkinga line with themthe chasseur had done ”why did you e hereall?”
“the first time waool accident,”returned frankly.“i was makinhort cut through whahought waubli second time was becausad been rudea police inspector whoound going throughthings, but who apologizedi supposegettingan invitation from the grand dukee here, anhoughtonly the square thingboth’emaccept it.but i’m mighty glaame; i wouldn’t have missed you fohousan seaven’t struck anyonaredtalksince.”heresuddenly remarked that she hadn’t lookedhim, and that the delicate whitenessher neck was quite suffused with pink, and stoppesaid quite easily:“who’s the chorus?”
“the lady?”
“yes.she’s watchingasshe didn’t quite approve, you know justif she didn’t catch on.”
“she’s the head housekeeperth you would preferhave her show you the dairy; shalall her?”
the figurequestion was very short and stout, with voluminous petticoats.
“please don’t; i’ll stay without your setting that here’s th’t let here inside among those pansfresh milk with that smile,there’lltrouble.”
the young girl paused too, madlight gesture with her hand, and the figure passedas they enteredwas beautifully cleana persistence thatquickly recognizedmischievous and ironical, and with his characteristic adaptability accepted with even greater gravity and assumptioninterest, she showed him allthence they passedthe farmyard, wherehung with breathless attention over the namesthe cows and made her repea she was evidently familiar with the subject,could see that her zeal was fitful and impatient.
“supposesit down,”said, pointingan ostentatious rustic seatthe centerthe green.
“sir down?” she repeated wonderingly.“what for?”
“t’ll knock off and callhalay.”
“butyou are not lookingthe farm you are,course, going,” she said quickly.
“am i?i don’t think these particulars weremy invitation.”
she again broke intitlaughter, andthe same time casright eye around the field.
“e,”said gently, “there areother sightseers waiting, and your conscienceclear,” andmoved toward the rustic seat.
“certainly not there,” she addeda low voice.
they movedslowly togethera copsewillows which overhung the miniature stream.
“you are not staying longalstadt?” she said.
“no; i only camesee the old town thatancestors came from.”
they were walkingclose together that her skirt brushed his trousers, but she suddenly drew away from him, and looking him fixedlythe eye said:“ah, you have relations here?”
“yes, but they are dead two hundred years.”
xpressioad entered the copse and were walkingdense shadow when she suddenly stopped and sat down upousti his surprisefound that they were quite alone.
“tellabout these relatives,” she said, slightly drawing aside her skirtmake room for himthe seat.
he did not requirecon not only told her all about his ancestral progenitors, but, i fear, even about those more recent and more nearly relatedhim; about his own life, his vocationwalever newspaper correspondent witoving mission his ambitions, his beliefs and his romance.
“and then, perhaps,this visit you will also make ‘copy’?”
he smiledher quick adaptationhis professional slang, but shook his head.
“no,”said gravely.“no thihicago interviewerbig pay andrich, buthasn’t capital enoughbuy you from me.”
he gently slid his hand toward hers and slipped his fingers softly around it.she madlight movementwithdrawal, but even theniffetfulnessindifference permitted her handrest unresponsivelas scarcelyencouragementgallantry, neither wasa rejectionan unconscious familiarity.
“but you haven’t toldabout yourself,”said.
“oh, i,” she returned, with her first approachcoquetrya laugh anidelong glance, “of what importancethatyou?itthe grand duchess and her highness the princess that you americans seehat ias you see.”
“you bet,” said hoffman with charming decision.
“i what?”
“you are, you know, and that’s good enough for me, buon’t even know your name.”
she laughed again, and afteause, said:“elsbeth.”
“buouldn’t call youyour first nameour first meeting, you know.”
“then you americans are reallyvery formal eh?” she said slyly, lookingher imprisoned hand.
“well, yes,” returned hoffman, disengaging it.“i supposeare respectful, whomiinquire for?to write to?”
“you are neitherwrite nor inquire.”
“what?”she had movedher seatashalf face him with eyeswhich curiosity, mischief, anertain seriousness alternated, but for the first time seemed conscioushis hand, and accented her words witlight pressure.“you arereturnyour hotel presently, and sayyour landlord:‘packm finished with this old town andancestors, and the grand duke, whom inot caresee, anhall leave alstadt tomorrow!’”
“thank you!i don’t catch on.”
“of whatnecessity should you?i have said it.that shouldenough fohivalrous american like you.”she again significantly looked downher hand.
“if you mean that you know the extentthe favor you askme, i can saymore,”said seriously; “but givesome reason for it.”
“ah so!” she said, witlight shrugher shoulders.“theust tel say younot know the grand duke an!they kno day before yesterday you were wanderingthe park,yo say, also, you got through the hedge and interrupted som ceremony was noourt function, mr. hoffman, but something equally sacred the photographingthe ducal family beforesay that you instantl after the photograph was taken the plate revealetranger standing actuallythe sidethe princess alexandrine, and even taking the pasthe grand duk stranger was you!”
“and the picture was spoiled,” said the american, wituiet laugh.
“i should not say that,” returned the lady, witemure glanceher panion’s handsome face, “and inot believe that the princess who first saw the photograph thoughhevery young and willful, and has the reputationbeing very indiscreet, and unfortunately she begged the photographer notdestroy the plate, butgiveto her, andsay nothing about it, except that the plate was defective, andtakwould have ended thereher curiosity had not led herconfidescriptionthe strangerthe police inspector, with the result you know.”
“then iexpectedleave town becausccidentally stumbled intamily group that was being photographed?”
“becausertain princess was indiscreet enoughshow her curiosity about you,” corrected the fair stranger.
“but lookhere!i’ll apologizethe princess, and offerpay for the plate.”
“then youwantsee the princess?” said the young girl smiling; “you are like the others.”
“bother the princess!i wantson’t see how they can preventihooseremain.”
“ver will find that theresomething wrong with your passport, and you willsentto pumpernickelwill unwittingly transgress somethe lawsthe town andorderedleave it.you willshadowedthe police until you quarrel with them likree american and you are conductedth you will strikeofficer who has insulted you, and then you are finishedthe spot.”
the american’s crest rose palpably untilcocked his straw hat over his curls.
“supposmcontentriskhaving first laid the whole matter and its trivial cause before the american minister,thatcould makehot for this whole caboodlea countrythey happened‘down me.’jove!i shouldn’t mind being the martyran international episodethey’d sparelong enoughletget the first ‘copy’ overthe other side.”his eyes sparkled.
“you could expose them, but they would then deny the whole story, and you havould demandknow your informant, anhoulddisgraced, and the princess, whoalready talked about, madubject omatter!itright thatamerican’s independence shall notinterfered with.”
she raised the hemher handkerchiefher blue eyes and slightly turned her hea gently drew the handkerchief away, andso doing possessed himselfher other hand.
“look here, miss mis knoouldn’t give you away, whateve couldn’et holdthat photographeaw him,wantedto sithim and make him tell me?”
“he wanted yousithim,” she said hurriedly, “and did you?”
“no,”replied.“he waittle too fresh and previous, thoughoughtfancied some resemblancemesomebody else.”
“ah!”shesaid somethingherselfgerman whichdid not understand, and then added aloud:
“you did well;hea bad man, thiyoushall not sit for him.”
“how can ii’m fired outthe place like this?”he added ruefully, “but i’d likemake him give himself awayme somehow.”
“he will not, andhe didwould denotnear him norcareful thatdoes not photograph you with his instantaneous instrument when youyou must go.i must see the princess.”
“letgo, too.i will explainto her,” said hoffman.
she stopped, lookedhim keenly, and attemptedwithdraw her hands.“ah, thenis so.itthe princess you wisre curious you, too; you wishsee this lady whointerested ihave known it.you are all alike.”
he met her gaze with laughing frankness, accepting her outbursta charming feminine weakness, half jealousy, half coquetry but retained her hands.
“nonsense,”he said.“i wishsee her thaay have the rightsee you that you shall not lose your place here through me; thaay e again.”
“you must never e here again.”
“then you must e wherm.we will meet somewhere when you haveafternoo shall showthe town the housesmy ancestors their tombs; possiblythe grand duke rampages the probable sitemy own.”
she looked into his laughing eyes with her clear, stedfast, gravely questioning blue ones.“do not you americans know thatis not the fashion here,germany, for the young men and the young womenwalk together unless they are verlobt?”
“ver which?”
“engaged.”she nodded her head thrice: viciously, decidedly, mischievously.
“so much the better.”
“ach gott!”she madesturehopelessnesshis incorrigibility, and again attemptedwithdraw her hands.
“i mustnow.”
“well then, good by.”
it was easydraw her closersimply lowering her still captivsuddenly kissed her coldly startled lips, and instantly releaseinstantly vanished.
“elsbeth,” hecalled quickly.“elsbeth!”
her now really frightened face reappeared witeightened color from the dense foliage quitehis astonishment.
“hush,” she said, with her fingerher lips.“areyou mad?”
“i only wantedremind yousquarewith the princess,”laughedher head disappeared.
he strolled back towardhadquitted the shrubbery before the same chasseur made his appearance with precisely the same salute; and, keeping exactly the same distance, acpanied himth the cornerthe streethaileroshky and was drivenhis hotel.
the landlord camrusted that the herr had greatly enjoyed himselfth waistinguished honorfact, quit, whiledetermined notmit himself, nor his late fair panion, was nevertheless anxiouslearn something moreher relationsth pretty,characteristic, and markeigure mustwell known t, oncetwice the idea had crossed his mind witlightly jealous twinge that left him more consciousthe impression she had madehim thanhad deeme askedthe model farm and dairy were always shownthe same attendants.
“ach gott!doubt, yes; his royal highness had quitetinue whenwasresidence.”
“and were these attendantscostume?”
“there was undoubtedlivery for the servants.”
hoffman fellight republican irritationthe epithetknewthis costume was ratheistorical one; surelywas not entrustedeveryday menials andbriefly described it.
his host’s blank curiosity suddenly changeda lookmysterious and arch intelligence.
“ach gott! yes!”he remembered now (with his fingerhis nose) that when there waestthe schloss the farm and dairy were filled with shepherdesses,quaint costume wornthe ladiesthe grand duke’s own theatrical pany, who assumed the characters with greawas the same, and the grand duke had treated the herrthis specia there was one pretty, blonde young lady the fraulein wimpfenbuttel, a most popular soubrette, who would playto the life!and the description fitted hera hair!ah, there wasdoubtit; many persons, indeed, had beendeceived.
but happily, nowthathad given him the wink, the herr could corroboratehimselfgoingthe theate,woulda great joke quite colossal!he tooront seat where she couldthe good man rubbed his handsgleeful anticipation.
hoffman had listened tohim witlow repugnance that was only equalhis gradual conviction that the explanation warue one, and thathimself had been ridiculousl mysteryhis fair panion’s costume, whichhad acceptedpartthe “show”; the inconsistencyher manner and her evident occupation; her undeniable wishterminate the whole episode with that single interview; her minglingworldly aplomb and rustic innocence; her perfect self control and experienced acceptancehis gallantry under the simulated attitudesimplicity all now struck himperfectly prehensible.
he recalled the actress’s inimitable touchcertain picturesque realistic detailsthe dairy which she had not spared him;recognizednow eventheir bowered confidences (how likretty ballet sceheir whole interviewthe rustic bench was!), andbreathed through their entire conversationtheir theatrical partingthe close!and the whole storythe photograph was,doubt,purramatic inventionthe rest!the princess’s romantic interesthim that princess who had never appeared (why hadnot detected the old, well worn, sentimental situation here?) was all a dark, mysterious hinthis persecutionthe police waecessary culminationthe littl heaven!
he had not “risen”the princess, evenhe had given himself awaythe clever actressher own humbl the humorthe whole situation predominated andlaughed until the tears camehis eyes, and his fotten ancestors might have turned overtheir graves without his heedin with this humanizing influence upon himwentthe theater.
it was capacious even for the town, and although the performance wapecial onehaddifficultygettinhole boriedavoid this public isolationsitting closethe next box, where there waolitary occupantofficer apparentlylonelad madehis mind that when his fair deceiver appearedwould let her seehis significant applause thatrecognized her, but boremalice for the trick she had playell,had kissed herhadrightplain.
if she should recognize him, and this recognition leda withdrawalher prohibition, and their better acquaintance,woulda foolcavilher pleasan vocation was certainlore independent and original ohan thathad supposed; for its social quality and inequalitycare found himself longing for the glanceher calm blue eyes, for the pleasant smile that broke the seriousnessher sweetly restraine wasdoubt thatshould know her eventhe heroineder czar und der zimmermannthe bill befor was being impatient.
and the performance evidentlyin the outer gallery, the clattersabers, the filinguniforms into the royal box, anriumphant burst from the orchestra showeda few ladies and gentlemenfull evening dress emerged from the backgrounduniforms and took their placesthe frontthe box, hoffman looked with some interest for the romantisaace and shouldersa glitterdiamonds that startled him, and thelance that transfixed him.
he leaned overhis neighbor.“whothe young ladythe box?”
“the princess alexandrine.”
“i mean the young ladyblue with blond hair and blue eyes.”
“itthe princess alexandrine elsbeth marie stephanie, the daughterthe grand duke therenone other there.”
“thank you.”
he sat silently lookingthe rising curtain andhe rose quietly, gathered his hat and coat, and lefthe reached the galleryturned instinctively and looked backthe roya eyes had followed him, andhe remaineoment motionlessthe doorway her lips parteda grateful smile, and she waved her fan witaint but unmistakable gesturefarewell.
the next morninglef was some little delaythe zollthe frontier, and when hoffman received back his trunkwas acpanieda little sealed packet which was handedhimthe customhous did not open ituntilwas alone.
there hangs upon the wallhis modest apartmentnew yorarrow, irregular photograph ingeniously framed,himself standing sideside witoung german girl, who,the estimationhis patriots,bymeans stylish and only passably goois jokedhis friends about the posthonor giventhis production, and questionedto the lady,remain princess alexandrine elsbeth marie stephanie von westphalen alstadt, among her other royal qualities, knew whomtrust.
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