The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 06: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English. in Twenty Volumes
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 06: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English. in Twenty Volumes
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
"Don't you know," added Puppy spitefully, "that Nose Star now sleeps in
Schnapper-Elle's house! But just look at Susy Flörsheim down there,
wearing the necklace which Daniel Fläsch pawned to her husband! Fläsch's
wife is vexed about it--_that_ is plain. And now she is talking to Mrs.
Flörsheim. _How_ amiably they shake hands!--and hate each other like
Midian and Moab! How sweetly they smile on each other! Oh, you dear
souls, _don't_ eat each other up out of pure love! I'll just steal up
and listen to them!"
And so, like a sneaking wildcat, Puppy Reiss crept up and listened to
the two women bewailing to each other how they had worked all the past
week to clean up the house and scour the kitchen things, and complaining
about all they had to do before Passover, so that not a crumb of
leavened bread should stick to anything. And such troubles as they had
baking the unleavened bread! Mrs. Fläsch had special cause for
complaint--for she had had no end of trouble over it in the public
bakery, where, according to the ticket she drew, she could not bake till
the afternoon of the very last day, just before Passover Eve; and then
old Hannah had kneaded the dough badly, and the maids had rolled it too
thin, and half of it was scorched in baking, and worst of all, rain came
pouring through the bake-house roof; and so, wet and weary, they had had
to work till late in the night.
"And, my dear Mrs. Flörsheim," said Mrs. Fläsch, with gracious
friendliness most insincere, "you were a little to blame for that,
because you did not send your people to help me in baking."
"Ah! pardon," replied the other. "My servants were so busy--the goods
for the fair had to be packed--my husband"--
"Yes, I know," interrupted Mrs. Fläsch, with cutting irony in her
speech. "I know that you have much to do--many pledges and a good
business, and necklaces"--
And a bitter word was just about to slip from the lips of the speaker,
and Dame Flörsheim had turned as red as a lobster, when Puppy Reiss
cried out loudly, "For God's sake!--the strange lady lies dying--water!
water!"
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