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Squire Julius
Squire Julius carried his red chest down from
the cavaliers’ wing. He filled with fragrant
Pomeranian brandy a green keg, which had
accompanied him on many a journey, and into a large
carved-wood lunch-box he put bread, butter, some
fat ham, a ripe old cheese, and pancakes smothered
in raspberry jam.
Then he went about bidding a tearful farewell
to all the joys of Ekeby. He caressed, for the last
time, the worn skittle-balls in the ninepin alley and
the round-cheeked youngsters of the iron workers
on the hill; he walked round the arbors in the
garden and the grottoes in the park, wandered into
stable and cow-shed, and patted the horses on the
haunches, shook the vicious bull’s horns, and let
the calves lick his hands. His eyes brimming with
tears, he at last went up to the great house, where
a farewell breakfast awaited him.
Alas, this existence! Why must it hold so much
bitterness? There was poison in the food, gall in the
wine!
The cavaliers, as well as himself, were choked
with emotion; a mist of tears dimmed their eyes,
and their farewell speeches were broken by sobs.
Alas, this existence! Henceforth his life would be
one long sigh. Nevermore would his lips be parted
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