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At eight o'clock next lia by a string Had he sprung of Gerreater practicality He had told a lie at ho for a ith Sanin till lunch-ti, Ely, it is true, about Gemma, about her rupture with Herr Klüber; but Sanin preserved an austere silence in reply, and Eh he understood why so serious a htly, did not return to the subject, and only assumed from time to ti coffee, the two friends set off together--on foot, of course--to Hausen, a little village lying a short distance from Frankfort, and surrounded by woods The whole chain of the Taunus mountains could be seen clearly froht and war the green leaves; the shadows of high, round clouds glided swiftly and s people soon got out of the town, and stepped out boldly and gaily along the well-kept road They reached the woods, and wandered about there a long time; then they lunched very heartily at a country inn; then climbed on to the mountains, admired the views, rolled stones down and clapped their hands, watching the queer droll way in which the stones hopped along like rabbits, till atheth on the short dry moss of yellowish-violet colour; then they drank beer at another inn; ran races, and tried for a wager which could juan to call to it; sang songs, hallooed, wrestled, broke up dry twigs, decked their hats with fern, and even danced Tartaglia, as far as he could, shared in all these pastimes; he did not throw stones, it is true, but he rolled head over heels after the, and even drank beer, though with evident aversion; he had been trained in this art by a student to who Emil--not as he ith his master Pantaleone--and when Eed his tail and thrust out his tongue like a pipe