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34999	Fiske, Ralph Browning	The Count of Nideck adapted from the French of Erckmann-Chartrian			.txt	text/plain	43714	2751	84	my room at the Swan Tavern, in Tübingen, old Gideon Sperver burst his hands clasped behind his back, like a man who is deep in thought. moment the Count turned on his heel; he listened; his lips moved; I saw the Count's jaws become set like a vice, his eyes roll in his head, and Odile lowered her deep-fringed eyelids, while Sperver pressed my hand. way, turned abruptly round, and resting his hands on my shoulders, said: "So the Count has passed a comfortable night, Sperver?" I continued. "Monsieur," said Knapwurst, pointing with his long, yellow hand towards the old woman seize the Count's hand and drag him along with dangerous "I should like to know," said Sperver, folding his arms, "how the devil towards him; "I, Sperver, steward of the Count of Nideck!" Sperver rode first, with Odile, the Count, and myself close behind them.	./cache/34999.txt	./txt/34999.txt