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id: 5565
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 05
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  When the regent reproached him for having taken Sir Wolf Hartschwert from her without a word of consultation, although she was unwilling to spare him, he had instantly placed Wolf at her disposal again. The very harsh execrations which the regent bestowed upon pleasant Ratisbon when she learned what had befallen Sir Wolf Hartschwert were better suited to the huntress than to the queen and sister of a mighty emperor.


id: 5563
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 03
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  But ere she had imagined how this unprecedented event could take place, the Emperor himself informed her, for, half addressing Barbara, half the lady in waiting, he exclaimed in a slightly muffled tone: Thanks, cordial thanks for this great pleasure, my dear Jungfrau! During the singing in the chapel on the fast day Barbara had waited vainly for a word of appreciation from the Emperor.


id: 5561
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 01
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  Bowing as he spoke, he prepared to take leave of the Queen, but she detained him with the remark: Our invitation went to Sir Wolf Hartschwert also. Sir Wolf Hartschwert must call early to-morrow morning.


id: 5568
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 08
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  In the name of Frau Dubois, to whom his Majesty gave it up, Adrian took possession of the Golden Cross, and as such Barbara was presented to the newly engaged servants, while his wife was known by them as a Frau Traut from the Netherlands. But no one perceived her, and who knows whether they would not have supposed the delicate, troubled face, short locks of hair, and unnaturally large eyes to be those of another girl who only resembled the blooming, healthful Barbara of former days?


id: 5566
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 06
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  While the chamberlain was retiring, Charles saw Barbara leaning on Malfalconnet's arm, beckoned to them, and asked her whether she had yielded to her love for dancing. The sight made Barbara shudder.


id: 5564
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 04
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  At last Barbara was free, but before, still vexed by the detention, she could set out for Fran Lerch's, she heard loud voices upon the stairs. Love expands the heart, and at the same time enlarges the views, especially if it is not an unfortunate one; but this Barbara Blomberg is a genuine daughter of Eve, over whom the mother of nations, if she met her by chance, would rejoice.


id: 5562
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 02
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  The blunter Appenzelder, on the contrary, when the singer suddenly paused and a door closed behind her, exclaimed: The deuce, that's fine!--If that were your helper in need, Sir Wolf, all would be well! It is, replied Wolf proudly, with sparkling eyes; but the honest old fellow rushed after Barbara, held out both hands to her in his frank, cordial way, and cried: Thanks, heartfelt thanks, my dear, beautiful young lady! Every one in Ratisbon or at the court who spoke of Sir Wolf Hartschwert called him an excellent fellow.


id: 5567
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 07
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  D.W.] BARBARA BLOMBERG By Georg Ebers Volume 7. CHAPTER I. Through the storm, which lashed her face with whirling clouds of dust and drops of rain, Barbara reached the little Prebrunn castle. One bearer walked in front of Barbara with his, and the gale blew the smoking flame aside.


id: 5570
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 10
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  Barbara received these tidings through the distinguished City Councillor Rassingham, who invited her for the first time to a meeting of the Spanish party in his magnificent home--an honour bestowed, in addition to herself, upon only a few women belonging to the highest social circles, and which she probably owed to the summons to Don John. Horrible! horrible! cried Barbara, and Don John repeated her words, and added in a hollow tone: And this happened yesterday, on the selfsame Sunday which saw me ride into the Netherlands!


id: 5569
author: Ebers, Georg
title: Barbara Blomberg — Volume 09
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  During the whole decade which they had known each other he had never flattered her, but to-day, after the first greeting, he began his conversation with the question: Do you know, Frau Barbara, that you were never more beautiful and charming than just at this very time? Frau Trout read these noble names aloud to Barbara proudly, as if they were her own; but before she went on Adrian interrupted-- As to friendship, you may think, Frau Barbara, that Dona Magdalena is showing me far too much honour in using those words; but I would still give my right hand for that lovely creature with her kindly soul.


id: 15289
author: Miles, George Henry
title: The Truce of God A Tale of the Eleventh Century
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  The tale opens beneath the arches of a Suabian forest, with Gilbert de Hers and Henry de Stramen facing each other's swords as mortal foes; it closes with Gilbert and Henry, now reconciled, kneeling at the tomb of the fair and lovely Lady Margaret, their hates forgotten before the grave of innocence and maidenly devotion, and learning from the hallowed memory of the dead, the lesson of that forgiveness that makes us divine. Tell me, Gilbert de Hers, she said, do you truly desire peace between us? As I live, replied Gilbert, yes! Do you desire it for the love of God, and because our enmity displeases Him? Yes. Then consecrate yourself to the attainment of that peace!


