The princess put her arms around the maid. "And you weep for
happiness? Let us weep together, then; only--I can not weep for
happiness."
To return to the flight of Kopf. As he dashed down the road he
heard two reports. At the second he experienced a terrible
burning blow under the right shoulder-blade, and immediately his
arm became paralyzed. He coughed. With a supreme effort he
managed to recover his balance. Already his collar-bone had been
cracked by a bullet either from von Mitter or from Scharfenstein.
"God's curse on them all!" he sobbed, pushing his knees into his
horse; "God's curse!" He bit his lips; and when he drew his
breath the pain which followed almost robbed him of his senses.
Behind him the sound of hoofs came no nearer; he had a chance.
He could not look back to see if he gained, however, as his neck
was stiffening.
"Curse him and his damned gold! He never warned me as he said he
would." On he rode. The moon became obscured, and when it
flashed again he could see it but indistinctly. . . . To reach
the city, to reach Gertrude's, to give the horse a cut and send
him adrift, this was his endeavor.
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