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Excerpt from Walda: A Novel Hans Peter dropped his burden and, imitating the stranger, removed from a shock of straw-colored hair a cap mended with red yarn. The boy wore baggy trousers of blue denim buttoned to a blouse of the same material. The man smiled as he looked at the odd figure. Do you hear me, Hans Peter? There is a quarter in my pocket for you. I will find two quarters if you walk faster. Do you know what I say to you? The boy replaced his cap, nodded his head, and answered, with a German accent. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... IT was a rainy day in Zanah. Early in the morning, when Everett looked out of the diamondpaned window of his bedroom, he saw that the trees and vines in the garden were dripping. The nightwind had beaten off many of the leaves, which had grown yellow in the long drought and the dying summer. The distant bluffs were hidden behind a curtain of mist. Two village " mothers " passed, their shawls drawn over their heads and their feet dragging slowly in their clumsy, wooden shoes. Everett dressed quickly, for his room was dark, and the silence of the village oppressed him. When he went out to his breakfast in the long, bare dining-room, Mother Werther served him in silence. He wondered at her unusual taciturnity, and he tried to start a cheerful conversation. She replied to him in monosyllables. The entrance of a boy whom he remembered seeing at the learning-school temporarily diverted Mother Werther from her unpleasant thoughts. "This is my son Johann," she said, pushing the lad forward. The boy hung his head, and Everett inquired why Johann was never at home. "It is not wise that he should be kept at the gasthaus," Mother Werther explained, as she fixed a place for Johann at the distant end of the table. "Does some unusual occurrence bring him here today?" Everett inquired, with a show of interest. "It is the Day of Warning, and families hold communion before they go to the meeting-house," Mother Werther explained. "It is the last Sabbath before the Untersuchung, and we make ready for the annual accounting of our faults and follies." The woman's words brought uppermost in his mind the thought that had harassed him in the hours of the night. The time of Walda's ordination as prophetess was very near. He rose from the table. He heard the rain...
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