stones by the Aar, and of the opinion he had inscribed upon it, You horrid man, nobody can stand you, not even your own father. "But I won't write it any more. I know now that it isn't true."
"But it is true. You wrote the honest truth. I am a horrid man whom nobody can stand, not even my own father."
Then he began to cough, bowed his head, and ran back into the forest waving his arms about.
Now, too late, Gerold wanted to call after him, "I beg your pardon." The Foolish Student was already far away, and had disappeared in the woods. So he did as he had been told, walked across the road and down it to the Althäusli and lay down on the bench near the front door. His head rested on one of its arms and his legs hung over the other, for it was much too short for him.
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