The Opposite House: A Novel — page 252: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Opposite House. 247 Herr Gerrald drop. You know you regret your promise. Where is this miller-hero ?” “T am ready, Herr Gerrald,” said Marie, at the same moment, smiling up ata hussar officer, who silently bowed to her, and, without vouchsafing the bewildered count another glance, she entered the ball-room leaning on her partner’s arm. “Hail, Thou Who Victory’s Laurels Wearest”’ sounded like a burst of exultation from the hidden orchestra. “Aha! So that’s the fellow!” thought Count Hasso, opening his eyes to their widest extent. “Tll settle the miller!’ And turning abruptly to the right, he crossed the hall to inspect the richly furnished sideboard in the adjoining room. Mean- while Traugott and Marie were dancing the polo- naise. The music was loud and noisy; the surging sea of human beings around them laughed and talked till the sound resembled the buzzing of a hive of bees. Gerrald bent low toward Marie. “Have you not a single word of welcome for me?” he asked in an agitated tone. ‘‘Was the green laurel wreath flung from the distance your only language for the returning soldier ?”’ She looked him full in the eyes. “I know no words which can express such a wealth of heartfelt joy and gratitude,” she said simply. “Then you have held mein remembrance, Marie, Comicbookks C@