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RV 211 (BUDDENBROOKS) Isn’t it because there was crooked work four years ago? Perhaps it wasn’t all quite straight&mdash;what? Are you afraid that certain things&mdash;?”

“Very well, Kesselmeyer; I will write. But suppose he refuses? Suppose he lets me down?”

“Oh&mdash;ah, ha! Then we will just have a bankruptcy, a highly amusing little bankruptcy. That doesn’t bother me at all. So far as I am concerned, I have about covered my expenses with the interest you have scratched together, and I have the priority with the assets. Oh, you wait; I shan’t come short. I know everything pretty well, my good friend; I have an inventory already in my pocket. Ah, ha! We shall see that no dressing-gown and no silver bread-basket gets away.”

“Kesselmeyer, you have sat at my table&mdash;”

“Oh, be quiet with your table! In eight days I’ll be back for the answer. I shall walk in to town&mdash;the fresh air will do me good. Good morning, my friend, good morning!”

And Herr Kesselmeyer seemed to depart&mdash;yes, he went. She heard his odd, shuffling walk in the corridor, and imagined him rowing along with his arms. . ..

Herr Grünlich entered the “pensée-room” and saw Tony standing there with the little watering-can in her hand. She looked him in the face.

“What are you looking at? Why are you staring like that?” he said to her. He showed his teeth, and made vague movements in the air with his hands, and wiggled his body from side to side. His rosy face could not become actually pale; but it was spotted red and white like a scarlet-fever patient’s.

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