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STUDENT LIFE IN GERMANY.

adorned with wood-cuts, not the most recherché either in THE JOBSIAD.

design or execution; but the author apologizes for the Is a former paper we promised some account of the shabbiness of his illustrations by the cogent reason-Jobsiad, a mock heroic poem, intended to illustrate “That though the pictures are not the neatest, certain peculiar features of German Student life; which

The verses also are not the sweetest; promise we now proceed to fulfil. It contains the adven

For this I considered good and wise, tures of Hieronimus Jobs, a student of theology, who,

That one with the other might harmonize." having achieved great fame at college, as what in The epic commences with an account of the parentage, England would be called a "rowing man," that is, a birth, and early years of Hieronimus, showing how he thorough “Bursch," is unable to pass his examinations was sent to school and learnt nothing there; how his as candidate for holy orders, and is obliged to take up father and mother, discovering in him the certain signs the profession of night-watchman, in which situation of great genius, wished him to be a clergyman; how the powerful voice which he had acquired by frequent his master endeavoured to persuade them to the consinging of student songs, enables him to give great trary ; and how they, reassured by the prognostications satisfaction. The whole story is told in a sort of slang of a gipsy, and indignant at the teacher's calumnies, doggrel verse, which it is difficult to give an idea of, and finally sent Hieronimus to the University.

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“Our hero no sooner arrived, as stated,

Yes, many a jest against me they devise, Than he was stante pede matriculated,

But all their attacks I completely despise, And from this time forth, of course, was he

And the way that they all at my virtue rail, A laborions student of theology.

But send me the ducats, do, without fail. But though in arrival one of the last men,

Every day ten hours I pass, He very soon showed himself one of the fast men,

At the very least, in college and class; Spending freely, and living fast,

And when from the college at length I come
While the useful time of his yonth flew past;

I study the rest of the day at home.”
And his conduct as student was very fair,
Considering he'd been such a short time there.

He then goes on to describe the other occasions he
He very soon learned with the best of the band

has for additional supplies, such as that he has unforTo drink and to smoke in the gardens at hand;

tunately torn his coat, and has been obliged to get a He lived on wine, and tobacco, and beer,

new one; he has also fallen dreadfully ill, and has been And long and lond his voice you might hear, And the welkin far with his accents rung

presented with unconscionable bills by his physician When the “Gaudeamus" he nobly sung.

his apothecary, his nurse, and his confectioner; moreTo become a thorough Bursch was his aim,

over, his medical adviser has insisted on his drinking And he soon acquired quite a deathless fame,

wine every day, to correct the weakness of his stomach; And every one pointed him out to see

and, to crown all, in his haste in ascending the college The model of what a student should be.

steps, he has tumbled down and broken his arm ; the He hated the Philistines' worse than the devil,

burden of the whole letter being the same, " Send me Did them in all ways all sorts of evil,

some inore cash ;" and he concludesBeat them sometimes in glorious fight, Broke their windows often at night;

If you are well, and have leisure to write, And, in spite of the rector's and beadle's frowning,

In hearing from you I shall greatly delight, Was always the foremost in any renowning.”

For with very great pleasure your letters I see On fresh young foxes' he loved a joke,

When they contain a remittance for me. And laughed when they sickened in trying to smoke.

So, then, I think I may finish this letter. The most of his time he spent over his beer,

My sister, by this time, I hope is much better. But, by way of a change, in the class would appear

To my mother and her I send both a buss, About once in two months, so that no one could say

And remain, your affectionate He was idle, or wasted his time away.”

Hieronimus.

In haste, I just add you a postscript here, And so the author goes on describing the heroic life My truly honoured and very dear of a true German student; and then, as Hieronimus Parents, I beg you truly begins to fall short of money, we have a letter from him To send me the cash I have asked of you duly." to his parents, giving a faithful account of his doings at College.

Then comes the paternal reply :“Dear parents, with pain I am forced to avow

“ His father answered, “My dearest boy, That I'm greatly in want of some money just now;

I have received your epistle with joy;
Do me the favour, then, I pray,

And with very great pleasure indeed T've read
To send me a trifle as soon as you may ;

What of your health and behaviour you said:
That is, some thirty ducats or so,

But it gives me, my dearest, quite as much pain, For I don't wish to ask too much, you know,

That your letter should ask me for money again.
Since everything is so dreadfully dear-

With delight I hear, what so clearly you teli,
Then send, if you please, the money here.

That you study, and always behave so well.
Yes, everything, washing and lodging here,

But with all but delight it is I see
Food and candles, is dreadfully dear,

That you're asking for so much money from me.
And sundries of every kind almost ;

Steady, my boy, you'll allow me to say,
So send the cash, by return of post.

(Permit me this observation, pray)
I'm sure you cannot at all comprehend

That so much money cannot be needful
What a lot of money I'm forced to spend,

To one of expense that at all is heedful.
What with books and with college fees,

It is very true, as every one sees,
So send me the ducats, do, if you please.

You must pay for books and college fees;
I study tremendously every day-

But with such a sum you could pay, adzooks!
So send me the thirty ducats, I pray,

For no end of classes and college books.
As soon as you can, for I see, with woe,

Board and lodging, I'm sure, cannot come,
That my money is running terribly low.

With fire and washing, to any such sum;
Linen and boots, and gloves and hose,

And
paper
and

pens, and pencils and ink,
Shoemakers, tailors, washing and clothes,

May be bought for a very few groschen, I think
Pens and ink, paper and pencils, too,

I am also extremely delighted to hear,
Cost very much, -send me the ducats, do.

That from wicked companions you keep yourself clear,
The cash, which I hope will be speedily sent,

And sit in your chambers and study all day,
Shall be, I promise you, properly spent.

And love your books as much as you say.
Yes, dear parents, I live, I swear,

Also, that tea is your only drink;
With the very greatest prudence and care ;

Still, however, I cannot but think,
Whilst other students are drinking and bawling

That if, indeed, you drink nothing but tea,
I withdraw myself from their riotous brawling,

You wouldn't require so much money from me.
And alone with my books, in my study small,

If the rest, as you say, point at you as a miser,
I shut myself up, apart from them all.

I am glad to hear you are always the wiser:
Except the most needsul clothing and food,

Though the title of miser, methinks, is scarce due
I've been saying in every way that I could,

To one who can spend so much money as you.”
And never drink anything stronger than tea,
For to waste your cash would be shocking to me.

And so the unfortunate father goes on, commenting
The rest of the students, who revel and riot,

in turn on each of the extraordinary items of expense Begin quite to hate me for being so quiet,

contained in his son's letter, the answering burden of Saying, “Look, how the miser studies there,

the paternal epistle being, that no more money is to As if a parson already he were.'

asked for. The various sums now demanded, are, hor
ever, dispatched to him, and the letter concludes with

the significant P.S. :-
(1) All who are not students.
(2) In plain English, “kicking up a row.”

“ From you I am always delighted to hear,
(3) Freshmen.

But ask me for no more money, my dear."

The period at length arrives when, his college studies , of course does not produce a very favourable impression being finished, our hero is to return home.

towards the young candidate; but the examination “For luggage, he hadn't a very large packet;

proceeds :
For, except a dagger, a sword, vest and jacket,
With the suit of clothes he bore on his back,

" The learned Inspector began the first,
The never a thing he had to pack.”

Hawked four times, as if like to burst,

Stroked down his paunch, and hawked again, His books, and the rest of his property, have long

Coughed four times also, and asked him thensince disappeared, to furnish out the necessary expenses

• I, as, at present, pro tempore Inspector, of a real German student; and, in order to account for

And of the present committee Director,

Ask of you-Quid sit Episcopus ?' their absence, he determines to inform his parents that To whom at once Hieronimus:his trunks have been stolen on the road.

"A Bishop is, I rather think, Thus fortified, he arrives at home, and presents him- An extremely pleasant species of drink, self, in true Burschen style, to his astonished parents, Made of wine and of lemons and sugar well plied, who do not recognise him.

And an excellent tipple to warm one's inside.'

At this reply of the candidate Jobs,
“ The rather, that no one could guess

All the Examiners shook their nobs.
Who he was in his student's dress.

First the Inspector said — Hem! hem !!
An enormous hat, with a swingeing feather,

And then the rest, secundum ordinem.
Trowsers and waistcoat of yellow buck's leather,

Then the Assessor commenced in his turn :-
A scanty doublet of greyish stuff,

• Mr. Candidate Jobs, I should like to learn
Disguised our hero, the parson, enough.

Who the holy Apostles were ?'
His hair hung in rats'-tails about his throat;

Hieronimus boldly answered there :--
He'd a beard in colour and length like a goat;

• They call by this name the glasses so clear,
And around his waist, in a baldric slung,

From which the students drink wine and beer;
A most enormous broadsword hung;

And many a jolly good Bursch that I know,
Whilst, besides his extremely martial bearing,

Will finish a dozen Apostles or so.'
Breathing of slaughter and deadly daring,

At this reply of the Candidate, &c.
At every sentence, more and more

The good Mr. Krager then took up the text,
The pious young clergyman cursed and swore.”

And said, “Mr. Candidate, tell me next

Who was the sainted Augustin ?' His father, as may be supposed, is not a little scan- At once Hieronimus answered him :dalized at the appearance and conduct of the hopeful

"I have never read nor heard young candidate for holy orders; and not the less so, Of any Augustine, upon my word, when he drinks up all the beer in the house, and emp

But the college beadle, who got me a lecturo ties the contents of the governor's tobacco-box in the

Many a time from the learned Pro-rector.' course of the first evening. However, Hieronimus is at

At this reply, &c.

Mr. Plotz was the next one there; length led to see the folly of his ways,—he exchanges

He asked,—Mr. Candidate, how many were his merry-andrew accoutrements for a suit of decent

Concilia æcumenica p' clerical black, gives up swearing, and determines to Hieronimus answered him - Ah, ha! "leave off sack, and live cleanly.” All these changes I was often cited, when I was at college, improve him so much, that his father begins to re-en- Before the Council; but, in all my knowledge, tertain those hopes which his first appearance had so No Council ever addressed to me completely destroyed. These bright anticipations, too, A single word on economy.' are rendered yet brighter, by the excellence of a sermon At this reply, &c.” which Hieronimus preaches as probationer; being one which he had stolen from a fellow-student before leaving which Hieronimus answers in the same way, with remi.

And so they go on asking various questions, all of college.

The fatal day, however, at length approaches, when niscences of his college life and college slang; and all our hero's final examination for holy orders is to take of them, of course, with about the same amount of place, and he appears before a committee of clergymen, success. But appointed to inquire into his fitness. The names and

“ For brevity's sake, my reader I'll spare qualifications of the examiners are given at considerable

The rest of the questions they put to him there ; length, quite in the style of Homer's list of the ships;

But, at every reply of the Candidate Jobs, and then they proceed to open the University certifi- All the Examiners shook their nobs. cate, which runs something as follows :

First the Inspector said, 'Hem-hem! " It is now, I think, three years or better,

And then the rest, secundum ordinem." Since the bearer of this my letter,

Hieronimus is, of course, thoroughly plucked, and his Mr. Hieronimus Jobsius, Was here Theologiæ Studiosus.

prospects in life ruined. His father dies of vexation, Wishing now to depart from our care,

after having delivered to him a long discourse on the He has asked for this writing from me; and there

folly of his conduct; and the hero of the epic, passing fore in virtue of my said station,

from one situation to another, finally ends his days as I give the aforesaid my signed attestation.

night-watchman in his native town. Such is a sketch He has, I think, to the best of my knowledge,

of that grand comico-heroic poem, the Jobsiad. Its Attended at least once a quarter in college.

excellence, in our eyes, is not very great ; but it is Whether he studied in private or no,

curious, as a specimen of the comic writings of the His examination perhaps will show;

Germans; a portion of their literature with which we For upon this matter I can't, I protest,

are not much acquainted, and which, indeed, we could In the slightest degree in this writing attest.

not at all enter i to. Moreover, the object of the poem As to how he behaved him, if ill or well, I'm sorry I haven't much good to tell :

is good; and, as it appears to be admired in its own But Christian charity bids me be still,

country, it is not impossible that it may be productive For fear I should speak of him undeserved ill.

of benefit,-showing up, as it does, the absurdities of the For the rest, I am sure, I may truly say,

Burschen system.
That I heartily wish him safely away;
And pray that Heaven may always preserve,

And grant him all happiness he may deserve.”
The reading of this certificate of diligence at college,

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BLACK FRITZ.

do not hate me? Does there still exist a voice in your heart which speaks for me ?"

She raised her head, and through her tears looked at The eight days were passed, and Luitgarde appeared him earnestly and tenderly, while she replied, “ I wish again before Father Augustin. Through the visible you well from my heart; it was the same from the first surprise with which he received her there shone a mark moment I learned to know you; and I tell you, as truly of tranquil satisfaction, and he replied to her questions, as I wish for you and for myself eternal happiness, I am whether he had well considered her project, and in- innocent of your betrayal.” tended to aid her in its accomplishment, that something “ Merciful God !” exclaimed he aloud _"but, alas! might be done—something even, perhaps, hoped for, alas ! what have I done? I have calumniated you. as to the conversion of the captive, but-Luitgarde God cannot be merciful to me!" He fell down on his must make up her mind to go herself to him in the face, and his heart heaved with fearful convulsion. dungeon.

Luitgarde placed her hand on his shoulder ;

VicShe was alarmed, but replied—“ If there be no other torin !" said she, with deep emotion,“ believe me, God way, I am even ready for that; and, as soon as you, is infinitely good, and long-suffering; and if you, a honoured father, can assure me of discretion and silence, weak and dying being, can forgive me by whom you so that, except you and he, no one can learn anything of believe yourself injured, shall not the all-merciful Father this hazardous step"

forgive his fallen and repentant child ?" “ This I can do,” replied the father.

Father Augustin now came forward ; with all the Name, then, the day and hour.”

force of holy truth—with all the knowledge of the hu" But, you are really in earnest ??

man heart-and with all the persuasion of his high " It is my firm resolution; I will do what I can to mission-he penetrated irresistibly into the soul of the save his soul. I will, for his love, which I have so wretched man. He struck at that heart which was still badly recompensed, give this as a compensation.” capable of many beautiful sentiments, and, at length,

Tře features of the father brightened up more and he succeeded in melting its hardened covering. The more as he observed Luitgarde's fixed purpose, and the captive raised himself up; Luitgarde saw his face bathed visit was appointed for the next day but one.

in tears. And do you believe-do you really believe, With the necessary precaution, and fully disguised, honoured father,” said he, deeply affected, “ that God they proceeded on their way. The nearer Luitgarde can still pardon me-me, so corrupt and hardened a came to the miserable spot, the more her whole frame sinner?" was violently agitated. Father Augustin prepared her The worthy priest rapidly seized on these expressions; for what she was to find; a deep, dark, subterranean he developed the immeasurable extent of the divine dungeon,—the prisoner bound hand and foot with heavy mercy; he quoted all the places in holy books which chains, lying on his hard couch, through which the promise pardon to the repentant sinner. Victorin's chains passed down, and were attached underneath by tears flowed more abundantly. ( God! O God!" an enormous lock. Through long, dark passages-- by exclaimed he at last, and flung himself on his knee, close, grated apertures, out of which proceeded the from his bed, “ canst thou forgive me ?” At this moclank of chains, imprecations of rage, or deep groans,- ment, the sun passed over the grating of the prison, pale and tottering, she followed her leader. Now the and shot down 'a clear light on the kneeling captive. way led down a narrow staircase; the turnkey opened, Surely, thou art heard—thou art forgiven !” exwith a rustling noise, a creaking iron door, - and they claimed Luitgarde, in a holy inspiration. were on the spot.

“May God give you strength, my son!" said the An ice-cold current blew from the damp and gloomy priest, putting his hand on the young man's head. abode. The father went forward; he addressed the cap- Luitgarde sunk on his breast. “Ah! this angel in tive, who, lying on his face, did not even once turn his my arms!” said he, “ do I dare presume to look at eyes towards the persons entering, and said to him in a you? O God! pardon thy contrite—thy despairing friendly tone,“Fritz, thou hast longed to see the wellchild !” known person ; if thou wilt be persuaded of her inno- A deep and holy, though humble, tranquillity lit up

e-here she is.”-At these words, he seized the veil, the countenance of a fallen sinner, on his return to his which Luitgarde from anguish and sorrow had forgotten divine Redeemer. When the three persons had re

covered from their emotion, Father Augustin said to “ Art thou she?" exclaimed the prisoner. “ Thou Luitgarde, “Now, my young lady, I shall accompany comest into this abode of horror and wretchedness !" you out of this place, for I must speak alone with him;" He gazed on her awhile, half tranquil, half irritated; to which Luitgarde silently yielded. gradually his features took a darker expression, and “ I dare still once more, before my death, hope to with a laugh of bitter mockery, said he, -" Art thou see you, noble young lady?" said the captive, respectmeditating some new deceit? Wilt thou draw out still fully, but with evident anguish. more from me, in order to betray me to my torturers ? She held out her hand to him in tears; " I shall It is not necessary; I am ready to die, I have no wish see you again, Victorin ; we are not separated." The to escape.

priest led her out. “ Thou art silent !" continued the captive; “thou Victorin's repentance was not the passing feeling of art silent! I see how it is with thee.” And now he broke the moment. It gradually advanced under the wise out into bitter scornful reproaches against her for her guidance of Father Augustin. His obstinate deportfalsehood, while a strange passion, partly furious and ment towards his judge now disappeared ; he acknowoverbearing, partly tender and fervent, unveiled itself ledged his guilt, he claimed no indulgence, he wished in these complaints, and allowed Luitgarde to see to to die; only one goal appeared to him worth wishing the very bottom of a heart which was entirely given up for in this world, the possession of the woman whom to her, and which had for a long time been dear to her. he loved above everything else—of her, who awoke long She wept gently, which gradually disarmed him; and, before in his callous heart the first movement of a nobler as he became calm, she drew near to him, and nature; and she was, through his guilt, for ever removed said, “ Victorin, I am still innocent, however appear from him. ances may be against me; listen to me !"—and she re- Luitgarde, like Victorin, had resigned herself to her lated to him now the affair of the robbers, the sensa- destiny; even to her, it was clear that he must die. tion which this story excited, and the inevitable demand But, although her mind was made up for that event, of the chancellor for the ring; and while she spoke, yet one thing pressed anxiously upon her mind, namely, the tears streamed from her eyes.

the clearing up of Victorin's birth. She admitted the " Is it possible," exclaimed tho captive, “ that you | priest into her secret; and, after many consultations, it

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was at last decided that the latter should write to the “With the robber chief?" said the count, warmly. “O! Count von Lansky, send the ring to him, and commu- 80 then, it must indeed be true! Am I then to have nicate to him the recollections of the prisoner from his found a long-bewailed and only son for no other childhood, and other presumptions, and then await his purpose than to see the disgrace of my family in decision. Victorin was to know nothing beforehand him. of this communication. The reply soon came back. The priest came forward, and sought to alleviate that Paternal anxiety and hope-paternal joy and pain, were painful sentiment, whilst he represented to the count in opposition with each other in it; still it left every- the admirable deportment, the pious devotion, of the thing undecided, much to hope, still more to fear. But unhappy man. He listened, absorbed in deep reflecthe count himself would come to Prague, and, in the tion; then he turned towards Luitgarde, and said, mean time, Father Augustin was to examine the cap "" And you, young lady, what may be your name?” tive more closely, and prepare him for his arrival “ Luitgarde Branow-He did so. All that Victorin related-all the glim- “ This cannot be ! Surely everything unites to drive mering recollections upon which he dwelt—the value me to despair! You are Miss Branow, the daughter the good collier's wife, his nurse, put upon the seal of the sister of Count Martinitz ?" ring — the consideration which she secretly sought Luitgarde bowed affirmatively. to impress him with for it, as for his most valuable pos- “ Yes, these are her eyes ! so looked Adelheid, such session - stray words which he heard fall from his was her stature. O, heavens ! and do you know what nurse and her husband, in the Saxon mountains, all fate was intended for you?" agreed completely with Luitgarde's conjectures. At She replied with a heavy sigh, and said, " I know, length, Father Augustin ventured to disclose to him count; I have long had some knowledge of it.” the probable secret of his birth, and of his rank.

“ And do you abhor him whom the wretched parents He was beside himself at the intelligence. Pride and had destined for you ?” despair, joy and overwhelming sorrow, tore his breast; Luitgarde's tears burst out, but, presently composing and the thought of having found, perhaps, in the herself, she related to the count everything, from the first last moments of a life condemned and devoted to the occurrence on the banks of the Moldaw, up to her last executioner's axe, a splendid birth, a father, and a noble visit to him in the dungeon. Count Lansky listened to lady, dear to his heart—in short, everything which can her with nervous agitation; by degrees, his indignant give value to existence, to lose all these blessings in a spirit melted into tenderer sentiments; paternal symfew days, was a greater burden than his mental and pathy, and a deep sorrow at the noble qualities which a bodily strength could endure. He fell under it; a hostile fate had destroyed, took their place in his heart. wasting fever seized him, and the worthy father saw, At last he rose up with tears in his eyes, and said, “ Now, not without a mixture of satisfaction, the approach of a if it then be true, and I am to find again in the prisoner Welcome death, which should spare to the captive the my lost child, let us go to him. Of all things, a torlast soul-harrowing steps, and the open disgrace. turing uncertainty is borne with the greatest difficulty;

At the priest's earnest solicitations, the patient was and I do not know whether I should fear most at having brought into a healthier room, the heavy bonds were no son, or at seeing him again such as he is. Conduct changed for lighter, and he was attended to with greater me to him, Father Augustin; and you, noble lady, care; his well-preserved youth withstood the violence daughter of the unforgotten friend of my youth, are you of disease, and, as his strength returned, the impetuosity still so kind as to accompany us?" of his spirit was subdued. As soon as he came to They went; Father Augustin opened the door of himself

, capable of some recollection, and saw the priest the high-vaulted, fast-grated apartment, in which, howenter, he held out to him his hand, with a quiet and ever, cleanliness and friendly daylight agreeably greeted gentle mien, and spoke; “Now, Father Augustin, I them as they entered. Luitgarde, with a high-beating have found it; now I am at rest! O, pardon the pain, heart, remained outside the half-opened door, in order the sorrow I have caused you !"

not to interrupt the affecting scene. The captive stood "And, my child, what have you found ?" asked the up from the table, at which he was reading a pious book. boly man.

He went to meet the priest, as far as his chains per"Ah! a thread which shall lead me, honoured father, mitted, and kissed him with respectful joy. The palefrom the labyrinth of my despair, and of my corrup- ness of his features, the slowness of his movements, bore tion !" And he went on to develope, with a kind of testimony to what he had suffered, and drew towards noble elevation, the thought that God had so wonder him the sympathies of the beholders. fully led him, and brought him back to himself at the “ This is an envoy from the Count von Lansky," said very end of his earthly career.

the priest, “who is come to ask you for the circumJoyous and tranquil, the good old man proceeded by stances of your early history, and your recollections ; his exhortations to strengthen his disciple in his pious you know of what impɔrtance the truth of your declathoughts and resolutions, and presently repaired to ration is in this matter." Luitgarde, in order to make her a report of all. Scarcely Victorin bowed in silence, whilst he placed his hand had he arrived, when the door opened, and a man of on his breast; and a sudden emotion appeared to seize middle age, of tall and noble presence, entered the bim, at the look of the stranger, and at the name of his

supposed father. “Gracious heavens ! Count Lansky!” exclaimed Luit- Even the old count regarded him with evident em. garde.

barrassment. When he began to speak, he scrutinised The count stood still with amazement ! “ You him severely, and even with some hardness in his tone know me, noble lady? I do not know that I ever—" and look. The captive replied respectfully and gently.

Luitgarde blushed deeply. “ Pardon, count, we pre- The harshness in the count's manner diminished grasumed_we knew---"

dually, as his attention became fixed on the wretched " Is my friend Martinitz at home ?"

man, in whose form and deportment no common mind, " He has gone to meet his son, who is expected in a nothing ignoble was expressed; but his embarrassment few days ; I am his niece, and this clergyman is Father augmented with every proof which the prisoner exhiAugustin.”

bited, and at last he gave way to a deep internal The count went up to the father, and silently, but struggle. with great emotion, shook him by the hand. He then "All, all is accurate," he exclaimed, sorrowfully; looked fully at Luitgarde—" Tell me candidly, how “ still one only mark remains to decide on the misery you recognised me at the first glance.”

and shame of an aged nobleman." “ If I am to tell the truth, an evident unerring resem- Victorin became pale, and retreated. blance

• The lost son of the Count Lansky must have a scar

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