Well, the patrol would not dare to touch the king; as for Bauer,
let him be alive or dead: what cared she, who was the king's
servant, able to help the king against his enemies? If Bauer were
the king's enemy, right glad would she be to hear that the rogue
was dead. How finely the king had caught him by the neck and
thrown him out! She laughed to think how little her mother knew
the company she had kept that night.
The row of country carts moved slowly by. One or two stopped
before the shop, and the carters offered vegetables for sale. The
old woman would have nothing to say to them, but waved them on
irritably. Three had thus stopped and again proceeded, and an
impatient grumble broke from the old lady as a fourth, a covered
wagon, drew up before the door.
"We don't want anything: go on, go on with you!" she cried
shrilly.
The carter got down from his seat without heeding her, and walked
round to the back.
"Here you are, sir," he cried. "Nineteen, Konigstrasse."
A yawn was heard, and the long sigh a man gives as he stretches
himself in the mingled luxury and pain of an awakening after
sound refreshing sleep.
"All right; I'll get down," came in answer from inside.
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