The whole atmosphere is impregnated with glue." "God forbid!" said Karl; "what I have is perfectly scentless glue--a new invention." When this true-hearted man set out homeward, with his dismission in his pocket, Anton felt as if he himself then first exchanged the counting-house for the foreign city.
One day our Anton passed the inn where his principal had been wounded.
He stood still a moment, and looked with some curiosity at the old house and at the court-yard, where white-coated soldiers were now occupied in blacking and polishing their belts.

At that moment he perceived a form in a black caftan glide away like a shadow out of the bar across the entrance.

It had the black curls, the small cap, the figure and bearing of his old acquaintance, Schmeie Tinkeles.

Alas! but it was his face no longer.

The former Tinkeles had been rather a smart fellow of his kind.
He had always worn his long locks shining and curled; he had had red lips, and a slight tinge of color on his yellow cheeks.