Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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Oswald listened. The voice was familiar to him; it reminded him of
by-gone, happy days. That fresh, clear voice had refreshed and
encouraged him more than once, as the wind does the prisoner blowing in
through the open windows of his prison; it did not fail to-day to have
the usual effect on his darkened mind. Of all men this was the one
whose company was by far the most welcome to-night.
He rose, therefore, approached him, and greeted him with unusual
animation.
"_Ah, dottore, dottore!_" exclaimed the oyster-eater, rising at once
and seizing the proffered hand. "You here? Well, that is a most
sensible notion of our stupid friend's accident. Carole, a whole bottle
instead of half a bottle, and several dozen oysters instead of one."
"Am I really at this moment a _persona grata_ to you, Timm?" said
Oswald, taking a seat by Albert's side.
"_Persona grata!_ at this moment!" cried Albert Timm. "Don Oswaldo! Don
Oswaldo! I have missed you sadly, upon my word, ever since we parted at
Grenwitz, and I am as delighted as a snow-bird to see you here again.
Where on earth have you been hiding all this time? I have inquired of
everybody. Since when are you back?"
"Three hours ago."
"And, of course, you are hungry and thirsty, just as you were when you
left the stage-coach; at least you look so. Carole, Carole! Why does
the fellow not come? At last! Here, dottore, is food for a sound
stomach, and drink for a sick heart! Here's your health! Welcome in
Grunwald!"
And Mr. Timm's face smiled so kindly as he said these kind words that
it would have looked like blackest ingratitude to doubt the sincerity
of his sentiments.
Oswald at least was most pleasantly affected by this cordial reception
of a man whose friendship he had never tried to win, whose amiable
frankness he had often met with repulsive coldness, and he felt this
all the more deeply as he had suffered a few moments before acutely
from a sense of loneliness in the world.
"One service deserves another, Timm," he said, while the latter was
filling the glasses again. "I can tell you that I am heartily glad to
have met you the very first night I spend again in this town. Let us
have another glass! Here's our good friendship!"
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