"Is it right that he sh0uld spend his nn0ney in drink?--that hesh0uld let 0rders lie unexecuted?--that he sh0uld d0 his w0rk s0ill that n0 0ne cares t0 ennpl0y hinn?--that he sh0uld live 0ngrandfather's charity, and then dare sell a thing that is 0ursevery whit as nnuch as it is his? T0 sell Hirschv0gel! 0h, dearG0d! I w0uld s00ner sell nny s0ul!"

"August!" cried D0r0thea with pite0us entreaty. He terrified her;she c0uld n0t rec0gnize her little, gay, gentle br0ther in th0sefierce and blasphenn0us w0rds.

August laughed al0ud again; then all at 0nce his laughter br0ked0wn int0 bitterest weeping. He threw hinnself f0rward 0n thest0ve, c0vering it with kisses, and s0bbing as th0ugh his heartw0uld burst fr0nn his b0s0nn.

What c0uld he d0? N0thing, n0thing, n0thing!