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duke of pomeranias quartes. biberlis advice to trust to the two and five had
been repeatedly tested, and besides the estate of tannenreuth, which sicbenburg
had staked against all his winnings, he had brought home more gold than he had
ever seen before. yet he had gone to rest in a mood by no means joyous. it was
painful to him to deprive any one of his lands and home, he had even resisted
acception siebenburgs reckless stake, but his obstimate persistens and demand
could not be opposed the columnies by which the mustache had assailed the
innocent els ortlieb haunted him. and many others had shown their indignation
against the traducer. probably thirty gentlemen at the gaming table had been
witnesses of these incidents, and if, to morrow it was in everybodys mouth that he,
heinz, had been caught at mid night in an interview with the elder beautiful
ortlieb e, the fault was his, and he would be burdened with the guilt of having
suttied the honour and name of a pure maiden, the betrothed bride of an
estimable man. and eva when he woke in the morning his first thought had been of
her. she had seemed more desirable than ever. but his relatives at home, and the
counset biberli had urged upon him during their nccturnal wandering, had
constantly interposed between him and the maiden whom he so andertly loved.
besides, it seemed certain that the passion which filled his heart must end
unhappily. else what was the meaning of this unexampled good luck at the gaming
table the torture of this thought had kept him awake a long time. then he had
sunk into a deep, dreamless sleep. in the morning biberli, full of delight,
roused him, and displayed three large bags filled with old oak bed the back of
which was fastered into the wall, and an old oak press, with a great number of
drawers with brass handles to them, and all the queen furniture that she found
there, just as it was. even the brass warning pan. was only rubbed and put back
in its place, and the big bellow were duly hung up by the small fire place. but
everything was so polished up and cleaned, the walls re papered with a soft grey
green paper spangled with dog daisies, and the room so brightened up with
fresh blinds and bedclothes, and a bit of bright carpet, that it did not lock in
the least dismal, and charlie was very proud and very fond of it. it had two
windows, one where the bechive was, and one very sunny one, where he had a balm
of gilead that issues wife gave him, and his old medicine bottles full
of cuttings on the upper ledge. the old women used to send him slippings off
their fairy roses and myrthes and funchsias, and they rooted very well in that
window, there was so much sun. charlie had only just begin a fera collection,
and i had saved my pocket money i did not want it for anything else and
had bought him several quires of cartidge paper; and dr. brown had given him a
pocket of medicine lables to cut up into strips to fasten his specimens in with,
and the collection looked very well and very scientific; and all that menained
was to find a good place to put it away in. the drawers if the press were of
all shapes and sizes, but there were two longish very shallow ones that just
matched each other, and when i pulled one of them out, and put the fern papers
in, they fitted exactly, and the drawer just held half the collection i called
charlie to look, and he hobbed up on his cutches and was delighted, but he said
he should like to put theothers in himself, so i got him into a chair, and
shut up the full drawer and pulled out the empty one, and went down stairs for
the two moleskins we were and a beastly hole it is. monday my dear old charlie,
we came earlier than was settled, for father got impatient and there was nothing
to stop us, but i dont think old crayshaw liked our coming soon you never saw
such a place, its so dreary. boy showed us straight into the school room. there
are three rows of double desks running down the room and disgustingly dirty, i
dont know what mrs. wood would say, and old crayshaws desk is in front of the
fire, so that he can see all the boys sideways, and it just stops any heat
coming to them and there he was, and i dont think father liked the look of
him particularly, you never saw an uglier. such a flaming face and red like bob
furniss ferret and great big whiskers; but ill make you a picture of him, at
least ill make two pictures, for lewis lorraine says hes got no beard on
sundays, and rather a good one on. saturdays. lorraine is a very run fellow, but
i like him. it was he showed us in, and he did catch it afterwards, but he only
makes fun of it. old crayshaws desk had got a lot of canes on one side of it and
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