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. ”
