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208 DOCTOR FRANZ, seeking satisfaction. Let me, at least, feel that I may continue to address you without loss of dig- nity.” These words made little or no impression on Brunnow. His manner was, if possible, more hos- tile than before, as he replied: “T see you have not unlearned the tone of com- mand. I remember it of old. Even in those days the man who sought to rise in revolt against your will yielded in the end, cowed by that sovereign mien. As for me, though truly mine is no slavish nature, I gave myself up to you body and soul. I worshiped you with ablind worship; 1 followed whithersoever you led, for the goal before you must, I thought, be the highest and best—until one day my idol crumbled to dust, fell shattered to the ground. Do not try to exercise the old power over me. I bent to you only while I believed in you. That is over and past long ago; but you, in whom ambition has ever usurped the place of a heart, you little guess all that Llost when that faith went from , me.” A long oppressive pause ensued. Raven had turned away, and stood some minutes in silence. At length he said: | “Tf once you loved me, you hate me now all the more intensely.” “True,” was the short, energetic reply. “T have proofs of it,” continued Raven. “Buta short time ago I was marveling how one of my youngest subalterns had found courage to hurl insults at me openly, in the face of all the world. I forgot that he had been in your school. Of course! Winterfeld was staying at your house; he is your son’s friend and yours. Well, he has shown him- self an apt scholar. The thrusts he essays against me betray the master who instructed him.” “You are mistaken. George Winterfeld is display- ing his own powers—admirable powers, certainly, which astonish myself. He kept his secret from me, as from others, and the book, which he forwarded to me two days ago, took me altogether by surprise. But I donot deny that my heart indorses every Eomicboo Ss) (E(0) a, - -~ Te “= ———w = Ss