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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"Well, you didn't get far enough. You left a king behind, but we've
got a Czar here."
Herman was slowly, methodically, following an earlier train of
thought.
"I am a workman," he said. "I would not fight against other workmen.
Just as I, a German, will not fight against other Germans."
"But you would sit here, on the hill, and do nothing."
"What can I do? One man, and with no job."
"Come to the meeting to-night."
"You and your meetings!" the old German said impatiently. "You talk.
That's all."
Rudolph lowered his voice.
"You think we only talk, eh? Well, you come and hear some things.
Talk! You come," he coaxed, changing his tone. "And we'll have
some beer and schnitzel at Gus's after. My treat. How about it?"
Old Herman assented. He was tired of the house, tired of the frozen
garden, tired of scolding the slovenly girl who pottered around all
day in a boudoir cap and slovenly wrapper. Tired of Anna's rebellious
face and pert answers.
He went inside the house and put a sweater under his coat, and got
his cap.


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