The Opposite House: A Novel — page 143: what you’re looking at

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138 The Opposite Flouse. that a Von Rotterswyl bade you farewell because you once staked something on cards out of exnuz ? Nonsense! If she loved you, she would have for- given you after giving a kindly warning to respect her wishes. The fair baroness is tired of her plebeian toy and now flings it intoacorner. She availed herself of the first excuse, and she was com- pelled to tell you plainly because you, innocent fellow, did not notice that your attentions were becoming wearisome.” Traugott had blanched to the hue of marble, the veins on his forehead swelled, and a scarlet flush crimsoned his cheeks for an instant. “ Have mercy, Brand,” he groaned. “Mercy? In order to say a few sweet words about yonder amiable young lady?’ Brand jeered rudely. “Don’t be a Braekenburg, to bewail an insolent beauty! Are you not your own master ? How did the little girl have the presumption to prescribe rules for your actions? Come, Gerrald, raise the flag of defiance and show that the rich Prince of the Mill can live without a baroness. Come, my friend, now we'll be jolly. Vzve la jote /” Traugott laughed. The sound was terrible. Even Brand shrank. “Be jolly, be jolly!” he repeated, with wandering eyes. ‘You are right; we will be gay! At the green table sits a woman, reckless, beautiful—and CoOmiclbooolk<s