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not him,who meant to open the deceived lovers eyes concerning his betrothed
bride. he eagerly anticipated the joust and the sword combal with heinz. the
sharper the heralds condition the better. he had hurled more powerful foes than
the swiss from the saddle, and from knightly courtoisie not even used his
strength without consideration. heinz schorlin should feel it. he gazed around him
like a victor, and thowing his head back haughtily he went down the bindergasse,
this time past the franciscan manastery towards the town hall and the fish
market. eber, the sword cutler, lived there and, spite of the large sum he owed
him, seitz wished to talk with him about the sharp weapon he needed for the
joust. on his way he gave his imagination free course. it showed him his impetuous
onsel, his enemys fall in the sand, the sword combat, and the end of the joust,
the swift death of his hated foe. these pictures of the future occupied his
thoughts so deeply that he neither saw nor heard what was passing around him.
many a person for whom he forgot to turn aside looked angrily. after
him. suddenly he found his farther progress arrested. the crier had just raised
his voice to announce some important hiding to the people who thronged around
him between the town hall and the franciscan monastery. perhaps he might have
succeeded in forcing a passage through the concourse, but when he heard the name
ermst ortlieb, in the monotonous speech of the city crier, he followed the
remainder of his notice. it made known to the citizens of nuremberg that, since
the thunderstrom of the preceding night, a maid had been missing from the house
of the honourable herr ernst ortlieb, of the council, a swiss by birth,
katharina of sarnen, called katterle, a woman of blameless reputation. whoever
should learn anything concerning the girl was requested to bring the news to the
ortlieb residence. what did afraid of the milkman, for milkme drive about early,
and he had taken a runway boy back to crayshaws years before, and snuffy gave
him five shillings, they said he once helped another boy to get away, but it was
a big one, who gave him his gold watch. he would do anything if you paid him
jem and i had each a little bindle in a handkerchief, but nothing in them that
the milkman would have cared for, we managed very well, for we got behind a wall
when he went by, and i felt so much cheered up i thought we should get home that
day, far as it was. but when we got back into the road, i found that jem was
limping, for snuffy had stamped on his foot when jem had had it stuck out beyond
the desk, when he ws wrting; and the running had made it worse, and at last he
sat down by the roadside, and said i was to go on home and send for him. it was
not very likely i would leave him to the chance of being pursued by mr.
crayshaw; but there he sat, and i thought i never should have persuaded him to
get on my back, for good natured as he is, jem is as obstinate as a pig. but i
said, whats the use of having been first horse with the heaviest weight in
school, if i cant carry you so he got up and i carried him a long way, and then
a cart overtook us, and we got a lift home. and they knew as quite well, which
shows how little use walnut juice is, and it it disgusting to get off i
think, as it happened, it was very unfortunate that we had discoloured our
faces; for though my mother was horrified at our being so thin and pinched
looking, my father said that of course we looked frights with brown daubs all
over our cheeks and necks. but then he never did notice people looking ill. he
was neckon theyre friend. many such hints have i heard, for the white lion was
next door to the sweet shop, and in summer, refreshment of sober kind, with
conversation to match, was apt to be enjoyed on the benches outside. the good
wives of the neighbourhood used no such euphuisms as their more prudent
husbands, when they spoke of crayshaws. indeed one of the whispered anecdoles of
snuffys past was of a hushed up story that was just saved from becoming a
scandal, but in refernce to which mr. crayshaw was even more narrowly saved from
a crowd of women who had taken the too tardy law into their own hands, i
remember myself the retreat of an unpaid washer woman from the back premises
of crayshaws on one occasion, and the unmistakable terms in which she expressed
her opinion dont tell mw i know crayshaws well enough; such folks is a curse to
a country side, but judgment overtakes em at last. judgment, as the good woman
worded it, kept threatening mr. crayshaw long before it overtook him, as it is
apt to disturb scoundrels who keep a hypocritical good name above their hidden
misdeeds 
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