"
"I wish to say a word to you, Mr. H----. Your labor is entirely thrown
away upon me. I can pity the folly of a man if his folly is not evil;
but--"
"Am I evil? Try me," interrupted Mr. Fabian hastily.
"I will," replied Magde. "If you will bind yourself to release my father
I shall ever be grateful for the service."
"And nothing further?"
"Nothing."
"Then, at least give me your hand that I may with it wipe away the tears
that scald my eyes. I am a weak, a tender hearted man, and must weep
when I am scoffed at. But never mind, give me your hand, a moment."
"It is impossible."
"Give me but your little finger."
In lieu of a reply, Magde endeavored to close the window; but her
admirer prevented her from doing so.
"Ah!" exclaimed he furious at his defeat. "You wish to enjoy a boon, and
not reward the donor. Then listen, the old man shall remain where he
is. If I do not interest myself for him no one else will."
"That remains to be seen. Mr. Gottlieb has returned--"
"Ah! then, he has returned.
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