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of the linen business, and it was going so indifferently that he could not bring himself to put any more money into it. . . . “His spite against our Father brought him no blessing,” the Consul thought piously. Probably Gotthold thought so too.
When they got back, he went with his brother up to the breakfast-room; and as both gentlemen felt rather chilly, after standing so long in their dress-coats in the early spring air, they drank a glass of old cognac together. Then Gotthold exchanged a few courteous words with his sister-in-law, stroked the children’s heads, and went away. But he appeared at the next “children’s day,” which took place at the Krögers’, outside the Castle Gate. And he began to wind up his business at once.
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