The Opposite House: A Novel — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Opposite Flouse. 27 door opened, and her maid’s fair locks appeared be- tween the heavy folds. “ Mademoiselle, this bouquet—’”’ In two paces Heloise was standing at her side, and hastily snatched the flowers out of her hand. “From whom?” fell breathlessly from her lips. “Herr Lieutenant Horster presents his compll- ments—”’ “Silence !” thundered the Frenchwoman, hurling the bouquet violently on the floor. ‘lam at home to no one to-day; no one, do you hear? I have a headache ; Iamill. Yet stay—if Herr Gerrald—" “Ah!” nodded Susanne, significantly, with a slight expression of sarcasm hovering about her thin lips. ‘Is Herr Gerrald coming again at last?” “That is no affair of yours,” repled the dancer, haughtily. ‘“ Don’t forget the position you occupy in my service; a maid must keep silent or curb her saucy tongue, or she will be dismissed. Note that and go!” She waved her hand toward the door. »? “Or stop—” She went to the writing-desk and hurriedly scrawled a few lines on a sheet of paper, put it into an envelope and gave it to the maid. “Find a messenger, Susanne, and have this letter taken to Herr Gerrald at once.” Young Gerrald was standing below in the arched stone doorway, watching the wagons, loaded with grain, which rolled creaking over the flag-stones, Comicbook<s C@ S|