John turned toward the short
staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the
best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. She could not make up her mind
which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. It is quite a descent from the clouds, isn’t it?”
“I will accept that,” Anna said, “as accounting for the surprise. It tore
her apart. Fritz flailed against his mother wildly,
crying generous tears. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his
attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet,
life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone.
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