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"Well, Johann, my son, where are you going? " He stood still and put his hand out to his son -- his white Buddenbrook hand, a little too short, though finely modelled. His active figure showed indistinctly against the dark-red curtains, the only gleams of white being from his powdered hair and the lace frill at his throat.
"Aren't you sleepy? I've been here listening to the wind; the weather is something fearful. Captain Kloot is on his way from Riga."