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5573	Ebers, Georg	A Word, Only a Word — Volume 02			.txt	text/plain	21333	1213	85	The snow-water boiled, the doctor and his wife rested, Ulrich and Ruth stood the magistrate's clerk, a little man with a round head, and legs the abbot's lips, for he thought of the painful trial and the torturechamber in the town hall, and no longer saw in the doctor merely the Jew, He felt Ruth raise her little head, and press her soft lips on his Adam silently pressed the Jew's right hand, and after remaining lost in The wounded man opened his eyes, saw Count Frohlinger, his son and the The dying man's hand fell from his child's head, his eyes closed, but the Ulrich's head now lay in the soldier's arms, and the traveller gazed at "Poor fellow!" said the jester, pointing to the handsome young man. Moor looked fixedly into the boy's face, then nodded, and with a wellsatisfied expression, laid his hand on Ulrich's curls, and said:	./cache/5573.txt	./txt/5573.txt