Ernst von Wildenbruch

Ernst von Wildenbruch

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Portrait of Ernst von Wildenbruch Ernst von Wildenbruch Good Blood

The old colonel, pleased, smiled grimly to himself and contemplated his hand as it still lay with fist doubled on the table.
“I helped,” said he, “and with hearty good-will—I can tell you.”
It was as if his hand had forgotten that it had grown fifty years older; as the fingers closed convulsively one could see that it was in spirit once again pummeling Long K.
“But as people must belong once and forever to their own kind,” he continued his narrative, “so this Long K had to be naturally a revengeful, spiteful, malicious, canaille.
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Portrait of Ernst von Wildenbruch Ernst von Wildenbruch Good Blood

Big L quietly shrank into himself and sat there as if covered with shame. But at the same instant Little L is up and out of his place, over to his brother’s side, at whose place, next to Long K, he seats himself, whose hand he grips and smashes with all the force of his body against the wooden form, so that the long gawk cries out with pain.
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Portrait of Ernst von Wildenbruch Ernst von Wildenbruch Good Blood

The old colonel was silent, the breath came choking from his bosom.
“I have grown to be an old man,” he went on falteringly—“I have seen men lying on the field of battle—men on whose faces stood written distress and despair—such heart sorrow as I saw in the face of this child I have never seen before or since—never—never—”
A deep stillness took possession of the wine-room where we were sitting. As the old colonel became silent and spoke no word more, the waiter rose softly from his corner and lit the gas-jet that hung over our heads; it had grown quite dark.
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