“Who would not gladly recall the exquisite Sunday of October third; but when I think of the misery that preceded it, my heart contracts, even at the present day.” At these words Peter clasped Maria’s hand, pressed it tenderly, and whispered: “And yet, on the saddest day of my life, I found my best treasure.” “So did I!” she replied, gazing gratefully into his faithful eyes. ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: A blustering word often does good service Art ceases when ugliness begins Debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors Despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns Drinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of it Hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on Held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront Here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised Must take care not to poison the fishes with it Repos ailleurs Standing still is retrograding The shirt is closer than the coat The best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation Those two little words ‘wish’ and ‘ought’ To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels To whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure Wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without Youth calls ‘much,’ what seems to older people ‘little’ End of Project Gutenberg’s The Burgomaster’s Wife, Complete, by Georg Ebers