Greifenstein, Volume 1

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Macmillan and Company, 1889 - American fiction - 357 pages
Tale of German militarism laid in the Black Forest.

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Ah, this is a romp of a romance, a potboiler of a high order. It contains one of the best suicide scenes I've ever read. I'm pretty sure my jaw actually and literally dropped as I read the scene. Alas ... Read full review

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Page 153 - Post jucundam juventutem, Post molestam senectutem . Nos habebit humus. Ubi sunt, qui ante nos In mundo fuere?
Page 135 - she could not utter any other word. "You see," said Rieseneck. "She is alive, she knows me!" " Mercy ! " groaned the wretched creature, fawning upon him with her wasted hands. " Down, beast ! " answered the tall old man with savage contempt. " There is no mercy for such as you." Greifenstein had stood still for some seconds, overcome by the horror of his shame. One glance told him that his brother had spoken the truth. He turned away and stood facing the empty room. His face was convulsed, his teeth...
Page 136 - Confess your crime. The time is short.' The wretched old woman tried to rise, but Rieseneck's hand kept her upon her knees. 'You shall do me this justice before you go,' he said. 'Repeat your misdeeds after me. You, Clara Kurtz, were married to me in the year eighteen hundred and forty-seven.
Page 64 - It is not necessary here to enter into a discussion of the treaty-making power or of the power of the President to enter into executive agreements with foreign •countries.
Page 136 - And you induced Hugo von Greifenstein to marry you, knowing that he was my brother and that I was alive. I had often told you of him.' Clara made the statement in the words dictated. ' And now you are to die, and may the Lord have mercy upon your sinful soul.' ' And now I am to die. May the Lord have mercy upon my sinful soul." Released from the stern command of her judge, Clara uttered a low cry and fell upon her face at his feet. 'You have heard,' said Rieseneck to his brother.
Page 135 - Even then Clara might have saved herself. One vigorous protest, and Greifenstein would without doubt have slain his brother with his hands. But she had not the strength left to speak the strong lie. She dragged herself to her accuser's feet and threw her arms about his knees. " Mercy ! " she could not utter any other word. "You see,
Page 123 - Greifenstein, as though he cared very little to hear more. Again there was silence in the room, broken only by the crackling of the fir logs in the fire and by the ticking of the clock in its tall carved case in the corner. A full hour must elapse before the evening meal, and Greifenstein did not know what to do with his unwelcome guest. At last the latter took out a black South American cigar and lit it. For a few moments he smoked thoughtfully, and then, as though the fragrant fumes had the power...
Page 118 - Eieseneck, and though he was not troubled by an active imagination he could not help thinking of the bitter words he would use in the interview. There was nothing cynical in his moral composition. To him, honour was a fact and not a prejudice, a priceless possession of his own, a household idol for which he was at all times ready to sacrifice every other consideration. The existence of his brother was a rent in the wholeness of that fact, a flaw in his title to that possession, a stain upon the divinity...
Page 136 - " There is no mercy. Confess your crime. The time is short." The wretched old woman tried to rise, but Rieseneck's hand kept her upon her knees. "You shall do me this justice before you go,