The Opposite House: A Novel — page 234: what you’re looking at

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The Oppostte House. 229 window room, she scarcely dared to enter the peaceful chamber from which rang the notes of Marie’s gay song. The newspaper containing the mournful tidings rustled in her hand. She paused, then reluctantly crossed the threshold, gravely showed her daughter the news of Gerrald’s wound, and uttered no reproof when the poor girl threw herself, sobbing, into her arms; nay, she even uttered a few words of sympathy for her young friend and hoped he would soon recover. Ah, how this new gentleness from the proud woman comforted Marie! So the months passed slowly away. cad x 5 * * % It was a bright spring Sunday, clear and radiant with the fresh green leafage that appeared on every bush and shrub awakening to new life. The terrt- ble cold of winter had passed away, and the crocuses and early primroses were already perfuming the warm air. Marie was knitting socks for the wounded men, and had just examined a heel with an air of satisfaction, when the door was hurriedly opened, and her maid, Liesbeth Lohfeld, almost rushed in. “Pardon me, baroness,” she cried, her cheeks elowing with an almost purple flush from her haste, “put I bring such good news that I ran all the way from the mills here in fifteen minutes. Just think, my Friedrich has been made corporal!” Comicbookks