Fritz Reuter, Seed-time and Harvest: A Novel
“ Habermann was at first struck, by voice and words together, as if a knife had been plunged into his heart; now he stood still and looked silently before him, letting all go over his head; but among the people broke out a murmuring--"Fie! Fie! For shame! The man is no drinker nor card-player. He has worked his farm like a good fellow!""What great donkey is this, who can talk like that?" ”
