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Four young artisans come clamping along in their hob nailed boots, and seating themselves at one of the rude wooden tables, call for beer. With their arms round the waist of the utterly indifferent Fraulein, they shout and laugh and sing. Nearly all the young folks here are laughing  looking forward to life. FOUR YOUNG ARTISANS COME CLAMPING ALONG IN THEIR HOBNAILED BOOTS AND SEATING THEMSELVES AT ONE OF THE RUDE WOODEN TABLES CALL FOR BEER WITH THEIR ARMS ROUND THE WAIST OF THE UTTERLY INDIFFERENT FRAU LINE THEY SHOUT AND LAUGH AND SING NEARLY ALL THE YOUNG FOLKS HERE ARE LAUGHING LOOKING FORWARD TO LIFE
deal below his skin. Opposite, a cross-looking old woman clamours for sausages, gets them, and seems crosser than ever. She scowls round on everyone, with a malignant expression that is quite terrifying. A small dog comes and sits down in front of her, and grins at her. Still, with the same savage expression of hatred towards all living things, she feeds him with sausage at the end of a fork, regarding him all the while with an aspect of such concentrated dislike, that one wonders it does not interfere with his digestion. In a corner, a stout old woman talks incessantly to a solemn-looking man, who sits silent and drinks steadily. It is evident that he can stand her conversation just so long as he has a mug of beer in front of him. He has brought her in here to give her a treat. He will let her have her talk out while he drinks. Heavens! how she does talk! She talks without movement, without expression; her voice never varies, it flows on, and on, and on, like a great resistless river. N WHOSE THOUGHTS LIE A GOOD DEAL BELOW HIS SKIN OPPOSITE A CROSS LOOKING OLD WOMAN CLAMOURS FOR SAUSAGES GETS THEM AND SEEMS CROSSER THAN EVER SHE SCOWLS ROUND ON EVERY ONE WITH A MALIGNANT EXPRESSION THAT IS QUITE TERRIFYING A SMALL DOG COMES AND SITS DOWN IN FRONT OF HER AND GRINS AT HER STILL WITH THE SAME SAVAGE EXPRESSION OF HATRED TOWARDS ALL LIVING THINGS SHE FEEDS HIM WITH SAUSAGE AT THE END OF A FORK REGARDING HIM ALL THE WHILE WITH AN ASPECT OF SUCH CONCENTRATED DISLIKE THAT ONE WONDERS IT DOES NOT INTERFERE WITH HIS DIGESTION IN A CORNER A STOUT OLD WOMAN TALKS INCESSANTLY TO A SOLEMN LOOKING MAN WHO SITS SILENT AND DRINKS STEADILY IT IS EVIDENT THAT HE CAN STAND HER CONVERSATION JUST SO LONG AS HE HAS A MUG OF BEER IN FRONT OF HIM HE HAS BROUGHT HER IN HERE TO GIVE HER A TREAT HE WILL LET HER HAVE HER TALK OUT WHILE HE DRINKS HEAVENS HOW SHE DOES TALK SHE TALKS WITHOUT MOVEMENT WITHOUT EXPRESSION HER VOICE NEVER VARIES IT FLOWS ON AND ON AND ON LIKE A GREAT RESISTLESS RIVER
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