The Price He Paid — page 215: what you’re looking at

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206 DOCTOR FRANZ. now they met as men who since that time had severally lived through half a generation—the one still in the prime of strength and manhood, with the tall commanding figure and proud bearing which bespeak the habit of authority, his thick, dark hair showing no silver threads, his stern rigid counte- nance no mark of age—and, as a contrast, the other! Barely a year his companion’s senior; and yet to all appearances an old man, with the gray head and stooping form of advanced years, anda face deeply linéd with the furrows of care and suffering. In the eyes alone there sparkled a gleam of the old fire, the last lingering trace of a long- bygone time. “Rudolph!” said the baron, at length. His tone betrayed mighty, well-nigh uncontrollable emotion, and he moved forward as though he would have approached his old friend; but the latter drew back, and asked in an icy tone: “What may your excellency wish of me?” Raven frowned. “Why such words between us? Will you not recognize me? I knew you at once, by your eyes. You are still the same man, though altered in much, in almost everything.” His look traveled slowly over Brunnow’s face and figure as he spoke. The other smiled a smile of intense bitterness. “T have grown old before my time. A man does not wear well in exile, when each day is spent in battling with the petty cares and miseries of life. Baron von Raven has come better through the fight. Such pitiful grievances do not attain to the height on which your excellency stands.” “Once more I beg of you to drop this tone, Ru- dolph,” said the baron, earnestly.. “I know all that lies between us, and I have no thought of seeking a reconciliaton which I feel to be impossible. We are foes now—so be it; but itis a paltry vengeance on your part to insist with such scornful emphasis on a title to which | attach as little importance as you yourself can do. However we may stand to- ward each other, to you I must still be Arno Raven. . Eomichboo <S (E(0)