Her mouth smiled, but her eyes were moist as she bent down over the hand that had saved her brother's life.
"Lady!" cried Anton, shocked, and drew his hand away.
"I thank you, oh! I thank you, Wohlfart," cried Sabine, holding his hands in both hers.

And so she stood silent, transfigured by an emotion she knew not how to repress.

While Anton contemplated the fair girl, who, with blushing cheeks, looked so gratefully at him, he realized the change that Polish sword-cut had made in his position.

The partition wall had fallen which, till now, had divided the clerk from the principal's family.

And he also felt his heart swelling with honest pride the while, that he was not all unworthy of a woman's trust.
He now told her, in reply to her questions, the particulars of their struggle for the wagons, and the other incidents of that adventurous time.