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"Hans, Hans, the duke has sworn to hang you!"

Hans laughed "The rope is not made that will fit my neck Will you denounce me, brother?"

"I?" Hermann shrank back in horror

"Why not? Five thousand crowns still hang over me"

"Blood-money for me? No, Hans!"

"Besides, I have made a will At my death you will be rich"

"Rich?"

"Yes, Hermann I am worth two hundred thousand crowns"

Hers had beaten upon his brain in the past ten minutes that he was dazed His brother Hans alive and here, and rich?

"But riches are not everything"

"Soreed

"Why did you do it?" Herony