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“Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. . It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop. Anna, who was disposed to be sharply critical, could find no fault with it. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. The militia were in already. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. "Ha!" he exclaimed, with a sudden start, as his glance fell upon the portrait; "how came this into your possession, boy?" "Why don't you answer, sirrah?" cried Wild, in a savage tone, and striking him with the silver staff.

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