a source of gratification to all his Christian brethren
"Why not?" she asked. "Fritz's father may one day be my father; and I am happy to be of the smallest use to him, whenever he wants me. Well, when I went in, I found him in his chair, with the light let into the room, and with plenty of pillows to support him. Mr. Engelman and the doctor were on either side of him; and poor dear mamma was standing back in a corner behind the bed, where he could not see her. He looked up at me, when I came in with my tray. 'Who's this?' he asked of Mr. Engelman--'is she a new servant?' Mr. Engelman, humoring him, answered, 'Yes.' 'A nice-looking girl,' he said; 'but what does Mother Barbara say to her?' Upon this, Mr. Engelman told him how the housekeeper had left her place and why. As soon as he had recovered his surprise, he looked at me again. 'But who has been my nurse?' he inquired; 'surely not this young girl?' 'No, no; the young girl's mother has nursed you,' said Mr. Engelman. He looked at the doctor as he spoke; and the doctor interfered for the first time. 'She has not only nursed you, sir,' he said; 'I can certify medically that she has saved your life. Don't excite yourself. You shall hear exactly how it happened.' In two minutes, he told the whole story, so clearly and beautifully that it was quite a pleasure to hear him. One thing only he concealed--the name. 'Who is she?' Mr. Keller cried out. 'Why am I not allowed to express my gratitude? Why isn't she here?' 'She is afraid to approach you, sir,' said the doctor; 'you have a very bad opinion of her.' 'A bad opinion,' Mr. Keller repeated, 'of a woman I don't know? Who is the slanderer who has said that of me?' The doctor signed to Mr. Engelman to answer. 'Speak plainly,' he whispered, behind the chair. Mr. Engelman did speak plainly. 'Pardon me, my dear Keller, there is no slanderer in this matter. Your own action has spoken for you. A short time since--try if you cannot remember it yourself--a lady sent a letter to you; and you sent the letter back to her, refusing to read it. Do you know how she has returned the insult? That noble creature is the woman to whom you owe your life.' When he had said those words, the doctor crossed the room, and returned again to Mr. Keller, leading my mother by the hand."
Minna's voice faltered; she stopped at the most interesting part of her narrative.
"What did Mr. Keller say?" I asked.
"There was silence in the room," Minna answered softly. "I heard nothing except the ticking of the clock."
"But you must have seen something?"
"No, David. I couldn't help it--I was crying. After a while, my mother put her arm round me and led me to Mr. Keller. I dried my eyes as well as I could, and saw him again. His head was bent down on his breast--his hands hung helpless over the arms of the chair--it was dreadful to see him so overwhelmed by shame and sorrow! 'What can I do?' he groaned to himself. 'God help me, what can I do?' Mamma spoke to him--so sweetly and so prettily--'You can give this poor girl of mine a kiss, sir; the new servant who has waited on you is my daughter Minna.' He looked up quickly, and drew me to him. 'I can make but one atonement, my dear,' he said--and then he kissed me, and whispered, 'Send for Fritz.' Oh, don't ask me to tell you any more, David; I shall only begin crying again--and I am so happy!"
She left me to write to Fritz by that night's post. I tried vainly to induce her to wait a little. We had no electric telegraphs at our disposal, and we were reduced to guessing at events. But there was certainly a strong probability that Fritz might have left London immediately on the receipt of Mr. Engelman's letter, announcing that his father was dangerously ill. In this case, my letter, despatched by the next mail to relieve his anxiety, would be left unopened in London; and Fritz might be expected to arrive (if he traveled without stopping) in the course of the next day or two. I put this reasonable view of the matter to Minna, and received a thoroughly irrational and womanly reply.
"I don't care, David; I shall write to him, for all that."
- the light upon them. They led upward. He mounted cautiously,
- had been burned to ash and blackened stone, and many men
- most of this, I suppose it’s only just that I rebuild
- he was teaching me to play. Others might like my tune better.
- to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
- with the twin towers sigil on their surcoats. “A fury
- in her eyes whenever she looked on his body was more than
- that one night. He honored me, and then he spat on me.
- In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —
- sweet would turn to sour. Aerys would not even let me savor
- the time came to pare away the rotten flesh. Jaime did
- dwarf. Shae is all the love you’re ever like to have.
- Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
- from the Brave Companions. “A fine plan,” said Roose
- that said I know. “Your brother also lives, though he
- dark and damp, walls pale with niter, the ceiling so low
- He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
- and a little pot pushing at the bone buttons of his doeskin
- most of this, I suppose it’s only just that I rebuild
- woman who sat on a stool behind a rough plank bar. She
- At certain seasons they catch also, in “corrales,”
- than Tyrion had, “but seven singers. Galyeon of Cuy,
- Jaime twisted his head upward for a look. “That’s your
- they were being followed, but there was nothing to be seen
- or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
- Arryn and rules the Vale beside her, I get to clean up
- dreamed this dream before. It was almost funny, but there
- now, and the boulders and barrels of pitch had all been
- stars and waiting. He had lain thus and there many nights
- in that thick slobbery voice of his. A spear jabbed at
- burned them out once, you’d think they’d take that
- up hovels against the wall again, pull them down at once.
- the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
- smashed against the ground the pain was blinding, yet somehow
- a man like him. He waddled up the alley quickly, anxious
- course would be to take the arm off.” “Then you’ll
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- he could bear. Tyrion had commanded Sansa to wear a sleeping
- “Lady Catelyn commanded me to deliver Lannister to his
- Bolton told her. “In Harrenhal, you are under my protection.
- Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
- slowed. “I give you the Kingthlayer,” Vargo Hoat proclaimed
- off his horse. “See that no one enters or leaves till
- the lion joined there, to shatter Stannis Baratheon’s
- designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
- spit at her feet. “That’s for your oaths. We trusted
- “They took my sword,” Brienne said, “my armor...”
- heard Ser Kevan talking to your father.” She wriggled
- a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
- singers? What would the High Septon think?” “You did