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in silent amazement, but when the latter began to threaten, and even clapped
his hand on his sword, the composure which never failed him in the presence of
anything that resembled danger quickly returned he had felt a strong aversion to
siebenburg from their first meeting, and the standerous words with which he had
draged in the dust the good name of a maiden who, heinz knew, had incurred
suspicion solely through his fault, ahd filled him with scorn so, with quiet
contempt, he let him rave on; but when the person to whom he had just been
talking the old minorite mank whom he had met on the highroad and accompained to
nuremberg appeared at the door of the next room, hr stopped seitz with a firm
enough pointed to the old man, and in brief simple words, gave the castle and
lands of tanrenreuth to the monastrey of the mendicant friars of the franciscan
order in nuremberg. siebenburg listened with a contemptuous shrug of the
shoulders, then he said bitterly; i thought that a life of poverty was the chief
rule in the order of st. francis, but no matter may the gift won at the gaming
table profit the holy brothers. for you, sir knight, it will gain the favour of
the saint of assisi, whose power is renowned so you have acted wisely here he
hesitated; he felt choked with rage but while the minorite was thanking heinz
for the generous gift, siebenburgs eyes again rested on the curtain behind which
the maid was concealed, it was now his turn to deal the swiss a blow, the old
mendicant frior was a venerable person whose bearing commanded respect, and
heinz seemed to value his good opinion for that very reason the minorite should
learn the character of this were too sound at the core for the mere fact of
displeasing my father not to weigh heavily on my soul but i could not help
defending myself in my own mind against what i knew to be injustice. jem
frank with his father well he might be, when our fathers partiality met him half
way at every turn. that was no fancy of mine. i had the clearest of childish
remembrances of an occasion when i wanted to do something which our farming man
thought my father would not approve, and how when i urged the fact that jem had
already done it with impunity, he shook his head wiseacrely, and said,
aye,aye, master jack. but ye know they say some falls may steal a horse, when
other falls maynt look over the hedge, the vaguerness of some folks and other
folks had left the proved dark to my understanding when i heard it, but i
remembered it till i understood it. i never was really jealous of jem. he was
far too good natured and unspoilt, and i was too fond of him. besides ehich, if
the mental tone of our country lives was at rather a dull level, it was also
wholesonely unfavourable to the cultivation of morbid grievance, or the
dissection of ones own hurt feeling, if i had told anybody about me, from
my dear mother down to our farming man, that i was misunderstood and wanted
sympathy, i should probably have been answered that many a lad of my age was
homeless and wanted boots. as a matter of reasoning the reply would have been
defective, but for practicla purpose it would have been much to the point, and
it is fair to this rough and ready sort of philosophy to defend it from a common
charge created big, theres such an cutery true, the old woman, her mother, is
worse still; she scolds and screams. but look up at the bow window there she
stands. im only a poor brewers son, but before i you dont say so the other
interrupted. have you seen the owl in the cage in front of the guardhouse at the
gate of the hospital it is her living image; and how her chin projects and moves up
and down, as though she were chewing leather and yet, said the other, as if
insisting upon something difficult to believe, and yet the old woman is a real
countess. the weisserburg apprentice expressed his astonishment with another;
you dont say so but as he graped his companies arm, adding earnestly; let us go
that ugly old woman just looked at me, and if it wasnt the evil eye i shall go
 straight to the church and drive away the misforture with holy water. come,
then, answered the numberg youth, but continued thoughtfully; yet my matsers
grandmother, a woman of eighty, is probably older than the one up there, but
nobady could imagine a kinder, pleasanter dome, when she looks approvingly at
one it seems as if the dear gods blessing were shining from two little
windows thats just like my grandmother at home exclaimed the weissenburg
apprentice with sparkling eyes. turning from the eysvagel mansion as they spoke,
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