The Opposite House: A Novel — page 157: what you’re looking at

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CEVA Pal BARS pric THE HOUR OF PARTING. War had been declared. Bodies of troops were constantly passing through Wiesbaden. The peace- ful watering-place resembled a camp, and patriotic enthusiasm had reached its height. Traugott Gerrald willingly obeyed the order which summoned him to his regiment. He was to leave in the evening. The parting was difficult ; but he now saw a goal—a lofty purpose in life for which he could struggle—a flood in whose waves he might drown his sorrows forever. Marie von Rotterswyl had been greatly agitated by the news of Gerrald’sdeparture. The confidant of her love affair, her uncle Franz, whose invalid condition would not permit him to take any share in the conflict with the enemy of his country, had brought the tidings. But Uncle Franz had again won her warmest gratitude. He had rowed outin a little boat on the Kurhaus lake, and at last suc- [152] CoMmicbooOoks.c©