But the
old man did not listen to her. He took the package, and hastened
with it out of his store to the hackney-coach.
Charles Petersen, at this moment, looked impatiently out of the
window, and shouted to her friend to make haste.
Old Hirsch uttered a cry and stared at Caroline. "Great Heaven!" he
exclaimed, "you in uniform--you a volunteer?"
"Ah," said Caroline, concealing her confusion by loud laughter, "I
see what astonishes you. You confound me with my sister. I know she
sold her dresses to you to buy a uniform and arms for me. Yes, it is
difficult to distinguish us, for we greatly resemble each other. The
reason is, we are twins."
"He has a twin-sister as you have a twin-brother," said Hirsch,
turning to Leonora with a strange smile. "Hush! I understand all
now. God protect the courageous twins! Coachman, start!"
"Whither?" asked the coachman.
"To M. Werkmeister's house, 23 Jager Street," replied Leonora,
nodding a last greeting to the old Jew. The carriage wheeled away.
"What do you want at M. Werkmeister's?" asked Caroline.
"To pay him my last visit as a girl," said Leonora.
"Returning from his house, I shall divest myself of my female
costume and become your comrade. Let us then go out together and buy
my arms."
"But would it not be better for me to drive back to our hotel while
you are Werkmeister's?" asked Caroline.
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