What you have just done to save my head-piece will be unforgotten as long as I live.

And now draw a writing-table here beside me; we have still some plans to arrange." The next morning a post-chaise stood before the inn door, into which Mr.
Schroeter was lifted by Anton.

It was then drawn up to the side of the street till he had seen the wagons pass one by one out of the gateway.
Then pressing Anton's hand once more, he said, "Your stay here may last weeks, nay, months.

Your work will be very disagreeable, and often fruitless.

But I repeat it, do not be too anxious; I trust to your decision as to my own.