The Opposite House: A Novel — page 33: what you’re looking at

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28 Lhe Opposite House. when Heloise’s note was delivered to him. He glanced quietly at the hurried address, a swift, burning blush crimsoned his brow, and he put the missive into his pocket. “Thank you; it needs no answer. ‘“Lohfeld, the next wagon is coming from the store-houses ; how many hundred-weight have you calculated ?” “One hundred and sixty-three, master,” replied the new superintendent, rapidly adding the figures ; “twenty-five from the city, and the hundred and thirty-eight from Dornhof make in all one hundred and sixty-three.”’ Lohfeld went down to the work-rooms, and the gray horses vanished in the stable; everything grew quiet about the young master of the mill. He still leaned against the stone gateway, his glance wandering over the spacious courtyard, which, full of life and labor, had become his proud domain. Happiness, quiet, elevating happiness took possession of him, and he almost shuddered at the thought of the past which he had so uselessly wasted, of which he had robbed himself. Like a flash of lightning the beautiful woman rose before his soul, radiant, gay and faithless as the dragon-fly hovering over the rippling surface of the water. Smiling almost contemptuously, he drew the per- fumed note from his pocket, and the lines which a CoMmicboook<s C@ 5}