What the Swallow Sang: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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What the Swallow Sang: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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Wollnow's eyes flashed as he looked after him, but he repressed the
words that seemed trembling on his lips.
"And you, my dear Gotthold?"
"I have got off so," said Gotthold. "But what is to be done now? How
shall we tell his wife?"
"I should like to see him myself first. They know I was going to meet
you, and will not miss me."
"Then come."
The two friends went out. Wollnow gave Gotthold his arm. "Lean on me,"
said he; "lean firmly, and don't speak."
"Only one thing. The ten thousand thalers Sellien had with him are
lost. We did not notice it until we were cutting off his coat here."
"How can they be lost if you were obliged to cut off his coat?"
Gotthold made no reply; the faintness which he had already several
times scarcely been able to conquer, once more stole over him, and he
was obliged to lean very heavily on Wollnow's arm.
Thus, not without considerable difficulty, they reached the Fuerstenhof,
where everything was in the greatest confusion, but did not see Brandow
again. The host said that he had ordered his horse to be saddled as
soon as he heard of the news of the loss of the money, and then rode
away without seeing the Assessor. He could do no good here, he said;
but the money would scarcely be found without him.
"Nor with him perhaps," muttered Wollnow.
There had been no change in the Assessor's condition.
"If he does not recover his senses soon, we have no hope of saving the
patient," said Doctor Lauterbach.
The physician soon had two patients. Gotthold fell fainting upon
Sellien's bed.
"I said so," observed the Doctor; "it's a miracle that he has held out
so long. It is really a bad accident."
"If it is an accident," muttered Wollnow.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Herr Wollnow and his wife now spent days and nights of ceaseless care.
It had proved possible to move the Assessor, in spite of his serious
injuries, to their house, where he was much more comfortably situated
in every respect, while Gotthold, who in comparison was scarcely
considered wounded, they were obliged to leave at the Fuerstenhof. He
had lain for hours, either unconscious or tossing in the wildest
delirium, a prey to violent fever; the doctor shook his head gravely,
and spoke of a concussion of the brain, which was not impossible, or
some internal injury, which was extremely probable. Herr Wollnow was
very anxious, and spent every moment he could spare by the bedside of
the invalid.
"The Assessor's case is really very simple," said he; "he has broken
his left leg, and put his right arm out of joint; the arm has been set,
and the leg is going on admirably. I'm not anxious about the Assessor,
whom you ladies will soon set to rights; but with Gotthold it is
different; we don't yet know exactly where we are; I can't be spared
there."
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