Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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Shortly before he leaves, Czika, who has become somewhat more
communicative, tells him a remarkable circumstance. After Paris has
been several times mentioned in her presence, the child suddenly begins
to speak of an old man who had accompanied them for a long time, and
who had at last brought them to this very place. Not far from the gates
of Berkow, she says, he turned back. That man also had intended to go
to Paris. They press the child, and at last there remains no doubt that
the old man of whom she speaks was Berger. Who can tell why he left
those whom he had so tenderly befriended almost at the threshold of the
house? Who can tell what the strange man wants in Paris? Perhaps he is
anxious to put his shoulder to the wheel and help them when help is
needed; or, it may be, he will only convince himself that the restless
mountain of revolution is once more to give birth to--nought!
Still, Oldenburg is startled by the news. He has made Berger's
acquaintance in Fichtenau, when he was there on a visit to Melitta. He
had then had many a philosophical and political conversation with the
shrewd, enthusiastic man, in which the word Revolution was mentioned
quite frequently.
"The musty odor of casemates, and the foul air of a state where the
police is supreme, which I have been compelled to breathe all my life,
have made me what people call crazy," the professor had once said; "I
feel as if nothing but a breathful of free air in my own country would
ever lift the burden that lies here," and with these words he had
repeatedly pointed to his breast.
"A breathful of free air in his country!" repeated Oldenburg, as he
packed his trunks; "yes, indeed! that would ease us all, every one of
us, wonderfully!"
CHAPTER XII.
The baroness had with her own tenacity held on to her plan to make her
daughter Princess Waldenberg. She had spared no trouble, nay--what was
much more in her case--no expense, and had spent an immense amount of
hypocritical friendship and love, many smooth words, and still smoother
compliments, in order to fulfil the duty of an affectionate mother
towards her daughter.
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