The Initials: A Story of Modern LifeTautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
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The Initials: A Story of Modern Life
Tautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
Bavaria (Germany) -- Fiction; British -- Germany -- Fiction; Love stories
At the first respectably steep hill, both young men sprang out of the
carriage, and when it halted to take them up again, Hamilton had no
difficulty in ceding his place beside Hildegarde to Zedwitz, who looked
the personification of gratitude; and well he might, for poor Hamilton
had got a most riotous companion, and was so placed that he could
scarcely avoid overhearing the whispered plans of future happiness which
were made, revised, and corrected behind him; while before, he could
observe the tactics of Zedwitz, who, with no inconsiderable skill, was
reconnoitring the ground previous to the grand attack which he was
meditating.
The afternoon was far advanced before they reached the peasant’s house,
where the coachman and his horses were to pass the night, while they
pursued their way on foot. The ascent was steeper and longer than they
had expected, and the heat intense. Hildegarde, Crescenz, and the two
boys proved excellent pedestrians; Major Stultz toiled wearily after
them—his effort to appear vigorous deserved more success—but alas! after
having wiped the drops of perspiration from his crimson face at least
twenty times, and even removed his stiff, black stock, in order to
breathe more freely, he sank exhausted on a fragment of rock, declaring
that since his Russian campaign of 1812, he had never been able to
recover the right use of his feet. Madame Rosenberg looked for a moment
undecided what she should do; she wished to be civil, and offered, after
some hesitation, to remain with him until after he had rested, but on
his declining, she said at once that she would go on before, and prepare
the supper. Poor man! he looked wistfully towards Crescenz. Madame
Rosenberg understood him, but shook her head disapprovingly, said she
would leave him one of the guides, and begged he would not hurry himself
in the least. Crescenz, who had been amusing herself with her two
brothers, gathering flowers and picking wild raspberries, now turned to
Hamilton, and giving him a handful of the latter, told him she would
show him where to get more. The invitation was irresistible, and after
telling her mother that they intended to overtake Hildegarde, who was
still in sight, they hurried off together.
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