an politics with
him in High-Germanand applauded his accent and his opinions. He told
stories of the old German Emperor and Bismarckand finally discovered
that Brauner was an ardent admirer of Schiller. He saw a chance to make
a double stroke--to please Brauner and to feed his own vanity.
``With your permissionsir'' he said``I will give a soliloquy from
Wallenstein.''
Brauner went to the door leading down the private hall. ``Mother
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he called. ``Come at once. Mr. Feuerstein's going to act.''
Hilda was bubbling over with delight. Otto sat forgotten in the
corner. Mrs. Brauner came bustlingher face rosy from the kitchen fire
and her hands moist from a hasty washing. Mr. Feuerstein waited until
all were seated in front of him. He then rose and advanced with stately
tread toward the clear space. He rumpled his hairdrew down his brows
folded his armsand began a melancholyprincely pacing of the floor.
With a suddenness that made them starthe burst out thunderously. He
strodehe roaredhe rolled his eyeshe waved his armshe tore at his hair.
It was Wallenstein in a soul-sweat. The floor creakedthe walls echoed.
His ingenuous auditor######cept Ottolistened and looked with bated breath.
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