I am still a little shaken: it will soon pass." "My precious sister--dear, dear Sabine!" cried the merchant; "I can not but fear that you thought of me when you refused." "I thought of you and of your self-sacrificing, duty-loving life, and his bright form lost the fair colors in which I had once seen it clothed." "Sabine, you have made a sacrifice for my sake," cried her brother.
"No, Traugott; if this has been a sacrifice, I have made it to the home where I have grown up under your care, and to the memory of our good parents, whose blessing rests on our quiet life." It was late when Fink re-entered Anton's room; he looked heated, threw his hat on the table, himself on the sofa, and said to his friend, "Before any thing else, give me a cigar." Anton shook his head as he reached him a bundle, and asked, "How have you fared ?" "No wedding to be," coolly returned Fink.

"She plainly showed me that I was a good for nothing sort of fellow, and no match for a sensible girl.
She took the matter rather too seriously, assured me of her regard, gave me a sketch of my character, and dismissed me.

But, hang me!" cried he, springing up, and throwing away his cigar, "if she be not the best soul that ever preached virtue in a petticoat.

She has only one fault, that of not choosing to marry me; and even there she is right." Fink's strange bearing made Anton feel anxious.
"Why have you been so long away, and where have you been ?" said he.
"Not to the wine-shop, as your wisdom seems to surmise.

If a man be refused, he has surely a good right to be melancholy for a couple of hours or so.