Her face and something in her voice has haunted me all the afternoon.
Was there nothing in that trunk or the carpet-bag which would be a
clue?'
'Nothing,' Frank replied, although it seemed to him it was the shadow
speaking for him, or at least putting the lie into his mouth. There were
articles of clothing, all very plain, and a picture book printed at
Leipsic, I can get that for you if you like, though it tells nothing
unless it he that the mother lived in Leipsic.'
Frank talked very rapidly, and laid so much stress on Leipsic, that
Arthur got an idea that Jerry had actually come from there, just as his
brother meant he should, and he began to speak of the town and recall
all he knew of it.
'I was never there but once,' he said, 'for although I spent a great
deal of time in Germany, it was mostly in Heidleberg and Wiesbaden. Oh,
that is lovely,--Wiesbaden--and nights now, when I cannot sleep, I fancy
that I am there again, in the lovely park, and hear the music of the
band, and see the crowds of people strolling through the grounds, and I
am there with them, though apart from the rest, just where a narrow
path turns off from a bridge, and a seat is half hidden from view
behind the thick shrubberies. There I sit again with Gretchen, and feel
her hand in mine and her dear head on my arm.
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