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Poor old Herr General was starving for intelligent conversation
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“More strudel, herr Barhoe?” ventured the Baron, even as he cut a hefty slice and put it in his plate
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The German manager, Herr Braun, a ruddy-cheeked rotund individual whose access to the factory’s output had undoubtedly helped him avoid the decline in nutrition experienced by others in the population in the preceding years, reacted cagily to Colling’s inquiry
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Herr Bergheim wanted his boys to devote their time to their farm work, and used that as an excuse for them not to accept invitations to join
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Colling told him that he would have to make a clearer list for him, then turned back to the Major, “I’ll have Herr Zinsmann give me a list, and I’ll call this afternoon, sir
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As it turned out, over the following weeks, Colling did bring several pounds of sugar and several of coffee to Herr Schuler at the Weisse Hirsch
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When Colling arrived to pick her up at noon, he had a basket in the rear of the jeep from the Weisse Hirsch that Herr Schuler and his wife had packed with ham sandwiches and potato salad
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There were two bottles of beer and one of wine as well, and a small chocolate cake made possible by the sugar and chocolate supplied to Herr Schuler by Colling
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As the days grew warmer, they would sometimes have Herr Schuler pack a picnic basket and bring it back to the farm
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Colling had made arrangements with Herr Schuler for a picnic basket to be ready for them at the Weisse Hirsch
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Elizabeth had laid out their lunch, and they ate the sandwiches, their conversation limited to comments on Herr Schuler’s food
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“And what may this task be, Herr Krazinsky?”
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“That will not prove to be a lasting ruse, Herr Krazinsky
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“I would not worry, Herr Krazinsky
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“I would not be, Herr Krazinsky
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“I know I can be of much service, Herr Krazinsky
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Back at his home just outside of Les Crot, Herr Gotthilf was on the phone with the
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“Yes, you do,” countered Herr Gotthilf
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To musician he said in a calm most friendly voice “Thank you Herr Bruner, tea would be lovely
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“How is your health Herr Bruner? I’ve heard disturbing rumours that your tuberculosis has been acting
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“We will ask the questions Herr Beck,” Muller snapped
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This time Herr Beck’s foot is over the snare trap and he is about to stand on it
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“Fairly well, Herr General, but not as well as I should have
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I told all this and more to our military intelligence, Herr General
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We will also bring Herr Townsend with us to complete his medical treatment
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“At least, Herr Kern was man enough to leave the High Council and join us into exile
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“It is hard to give a solid assessment at this point, Herr FeldMarshal, but most of the SS leadership has been eliminated by the Time Patrol and their offices across Europe have been decimated
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����������� �Please, Herr Braun!�� Said Mandell
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� The shop was run by a Herr Molders, who succeeded his father in his business
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� Do you buy gold, Herr Molders?�
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When Herr Porsche learned who I was, he insisted in offering me this pre-production prototype of his new Porsche 550 SPIDER, which is supposed to be presented to the public in October
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‘’Pleased to meet you, Herr Winterer
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‘’It would be a pleasure, Herr Winterer
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“The family have all pissed off and Herr Stiff there is hardly likely to hear us, is he?”
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The reputation of Herr
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Whatever the facts are, Herr Schmutz was one tough cookie
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Herr Schmutz, as he insisted on being called, was used to having his
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lute dictator; more so as regards his own country than Herr Hitler
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Herr Braun and Herr Hartmann have proved helpful in the deciphering of the information and breaking the protection around all the items
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Herr Braun demands that more witches are brought in to help with the final incantation
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recent observer, 3 Herr Nottrott, of Gossner’s Mission, says that the
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She hesitated, half shut the door, hesitated again, and then saying she would go and see what the Herr Pastor had to say, shut the door quite
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You are to understand that it all took place round the Christmas tree in the best parlor, Frau von Lindeberg in her black silk and lace high-festival dress, Herr von Lindeberg also in black with his orders, Vicki in white with blue ribbons, the son, come down for the occasion, in the glories of his dragoon uniform with clinking spurs and sword, and the servant starched and soaped in a big embroidered apron
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Herr Schenk, the head master, was away giving my babies their daily lessons, and his assistant, a youth in spectacles but yet of pugnacious aspect, was sitting in the master's desk, exercising a pretty turn for sarcasm in his running comments on the reading
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That it should be Herr Dremmel seemed to her even more astonishing
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"Because," said Herr Dremmel, immensely prompt, "I have had the extreme good fortune to fall in love with you
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"But I cannot believe," burst out Herr Dremmel with a passionate vigour that astonished him more than anything in his whole life as he seized the hand that kept on tearing up grass, "I cannot believe that you will not marry me
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She forgot Herr Dremmel, and that he was still clutching her hand and all the grass in it, while her mind flashed over the years that had gone and the years that were to come
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Herr Dremmel sawed her hand up and down in his irritation
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She stared at Herr Dremmel wide-eyed with contrition
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"By her future husband!" cried Herr Dremmel, who was finding the making of offers more difficult than he had supposed
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To Herr Dremmel she had been able to say them all as far as speech, a limping vehicle, could be made to go, and this was another of his refreshing qualities
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What was she going to do about Herr Dremmel? About going home? About--oh, about anything?
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She had turned at that, giving up the search for tact, and had run up the remaining stairs rather breathlessly, feeling that Herr Dremmel on marriage had an engulfing quality; and he, after a moment's perplexity on the mat at the bottom, had gone to the reading-room a baffled man
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She had been persuading herself that her little holiday was harmless and natural; and now this business with Herr Dremmel would, she felt, do away with all that, and justify a wrath in her father that she might, else for her private solace and encouragement, have looked upon as unreasonable
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This was a big occasion, and what had turned up on it was Herr Dremmel
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And here was Herr Dremmel who thought nothing at all of him, even in regard to an enormous undertaking like his daughter's marriage
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There seemed to be no hedges round Herr Dremmel
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And her training in acquiescence and distrust of herself was very complete, and back in her home would she not at once bend into the old curve again? Was it possible, would it ever be possible, in her father's presence to disassociate herself from his points of view? What his view of Herr Dremmel would be she very exactly knew
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While all these people were nodding and whispering in their stuffy stale world she would be safe in East Prussia, a place that seemed infinitely remote, a place Herr Dremmel had described to her as full of forests and water and immense stretches of waving rye
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Herr Dremmel had explained a hundred times about his laboratory, and he himself locked into it and only asking to be left locked
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Besides, she would have to give Herr Dremmel some sort of answer in the morning, and the facing of Herr Dremmel required courage, too--of a different kind, but certainly courage
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But suppose Herr Dremmel, before he could be got to smile and look content, wanted to clutch her again as he had clutched her on the top of the Rigi? She had very profoundly disliked it
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But perhaps Herr Dremmel didn't like it, either
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Bawn, was helped to cover up her shock by being sure the others did not know of it; and the custom of life lying heavy on them they were able, after one little start on first seeing Herr Dremmel, to drift into the corners of the room and pretend that what they had come for was books
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With astonishment and disgust Herr Dremmel saw the seven ladies accumulate
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The ladies, fingering dusty Tauchnitzes and magazines and eyeing the table in the window with heads as much averted as could be combined with the seeing of it, gradually found the shock they had had being soothed by the interest they felt in what Herr Dremmel would do when he realised that that unladylike Miss Bullivant, all unaware of what was waiting for her, was not coming
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And Ingeborg, who believed as lately as the last moment on the doormat outside that she had only come in order to tell Herr Dremmel she was not coming, when she saw the cake, very white and bridal, on a white cloth with white flowers in pots round it, and on either side of it a bottle with a white ribbon about its neck, and on the other for the sake of symmetry two glasses, was staggered
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Her hand was on the door to open it again and run; but Herr Dremmel's simplicity came to his help more effectually than the cunningest plans
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Amazingly she found herself advancing towards the cake with Herr Dremmel and standing in front of it with him hand in hand
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Their hearts were touched by the respectful ceremony with which Herr Dremmel had conducted his betrothal
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They then shook hands with Herr Dremmel and said they were sure they wished him joy, too, and he thanked them with propriety and bows
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And when the glasses were brought there was another ceremony--a clinking of Herr Dremmel's glass with each glass in turn, his heels together as in the days of his soldiering, his body stiff and his face a miracle of solemnity; and before drinking he made a speech, the Asti held high in front of him, in which he thanked the ladies for their good wishes on behalf of his betrothed, Miss Ingeborg Bullivant, whose virtues he dwelt upon singly and at length in resounding periods, before proceeding to assure those present of his firm resolve to prove, by the devotion of the rest of his life, the extremity of his gratitude for the striking proof she had given before them all of her confidence in him; and every sentence seemed to set another and a heavier seal on her as a creature undoubtedly bound to marry him
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She even made a step after them as the last one, nodding to the end, went out and shut the door, but Herr Dremmel still had hold of her hand
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"My little wife," was all the notice Herr Dremmel took of that
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And now here she was about to face him covered with the leaves she had not asked for at all but had so tremendously taken, and going to ask the most tremendous one of all, the leave to marry Herr Dremmel
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For that was how the last two days of her Dent's Tour had been spent, in being openly engaged to Herr Dremmel
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Vainly she tried to sit up, to be proud and brave, to recapture something at least of the courage that had seemed so easy just at the end in Switzerland with Herr Dremmel to laugh at her doubts
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What was a poor wretch to do, she asked herself with sudden passion, confronted by these shuffling standards that behaved as if they were dancing a quadrille? This was the place in which for years her conscience had been cockered to size and delicacy; and though it had become temporarily tough in Herr Dremmel's company she felt it relapsing with every turn of the wheels more and more into its ancient softness
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She was bound to Herr Dremmel
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Herr Dremmel had tried to marry her in Lucerne; but the Swiss, it seemed, would not be hurried, so that here she was, and within the next few hours she was going to have to prepare the Bishop
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She shut her eyes and thought of Herr Dremmel; of Robert, as she was was learning to call him
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It was Herr Dremmel now who had become her Duty
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She would have been willing on the crest of her wave of gratefulness quite readily to give up Herr Dremmel in return for the family's immense kindness in not asking her to give him up
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"Herr who?" said Mrs
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In her wretchedness a doubt stole across her mind as to whether Herr Dremmel was worth this; was anything, in fact, worth fighting about? And with one's father
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It was her father's cross and Herr Dremmel's ring metallically hitting each other
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He was a big man in ill-fitting shiny black with something of the air of one of the less reputable Cabinet Ministers and was, in fact, Herr Dremmel; but no one except Herr Dremmel knew it
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"I am gratified," said Herr Dremmel, "to find the parents so evidently pleased
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"That," said Herr Dremmel
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"Her father," said Herr Dremmel; and he advanced, hat in hand, and the other held out in friendliest greeting, to meet him
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" And the Bishop, taking this to be her introduction of a friend, cordially returned Herr Dremmel's handshake
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The Bishop had just enough self-control not to snatch his hand away, but to let Herr Dremmel continue to hold and press it
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How to get the Duchess away; how to get Herr Dremmel turned, noiselessly, out of the house; how to prevent Ingeborg's coming at any moment along the path behind them with Lady Pamela
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"We have every reason, sir," said Herr Dremmel, holding the Bishop's hand in a firm pressure, "to congratulate each other, I you, on the possession of such a daughter, you me--"
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"--on the results," continued Herr Dremmel to the Bishop, "of your autumnal activities
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"And your costume, sir," said Herr Dremmel, concentrated on the Bishop and earnestly desiring to please, "suggests a quite particular and familiar interest in what this lady rightly calls the things really worth knowing
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Again Herr Dremmel, and with some impatience, waved her aside
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"Sir," said Herr Dremmel with something of severity, for he was beginning to consider the Duchess forward, "is this lady Mrs
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"Sir, can I see you alone?" said Herr Dremmel, now without any doubt as to the Duchess's forwardness