Friedrich Spielhagen

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Friedrich Spielhagen Hammer and Anvil: A Novel

Does he fear a rival in me? Good heavens! I can hardly be a dangerous rival. Who could fear a prisoner, whose future is a book with seven seals, and scarcely containing one pleasant chapter? Can he never forgive me that Paula is always as kind and friendly to me as ever? Have I not deserved that, who do all I can for her, and read her lightest wish in her eyes?
I do not know; as little do I know if it is chance that Paula, from the hour that Arthur went to Berlin, painted no more on the picture.
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Friedrich Spielhagen Hammer and Anvil: A Novel

It seemed incredible that one mother could have brought forth two such different beings; that the same sun could shine on two men so unlike; and then again it seemed to me that both, the wild one and the gentle, the hater and the friend of men, were one and the same person; as if I had once already seen the pale face before me; as if it were the same face upon whose brow, pallid in death, the morning sun shone, as it rose ruddy out of the sea after that night of horror in the ruin on the cliff.
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Friedrich Spielhagen Hammer and Anvil: A Novel

There is probably no time in the twenty-four hours better fitted to impress a provincial with the greatness of a large city than the twilight of a gloomy autumn evening. In men of any liveliness of imagination the reality usually falls short of the fancy, but in an hour like this the reality and the fancy--what we perceive and what we imagine--blend indistinguishably together, and the barriers of the actual world seem broken down.
Such an evening was it when I strolled with Klaus through the streets of the city, which seemed enormous and gigantic in my eyes.
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