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"Huet bich, mein Freund, vor schwarzen, alten Kasen, Doch schlimmer sind die weissen, jungen Kaeschen.! " HEINE.
There was brilliant sunshine as Steven rode in at the gate of Cassel. The fiddler walked beside him; but, once within the town, he halted, waved his hand, and called out: