"Keep silence, and you will be free--the window will cover the ransom!" "Holy Virgin! If all the windows in the monastery were as dear, the monks might grow fat!" cried the count.

"A Swabian heart remains half Swabian, even when it beats under a Spanish doublet.

Its luck, Turk's luck, that I followed Floyon;--and your old father, Adam?
And Ruth--what a pleasure!" "You ought to know...

my father is dead, died long, long ago!" said Ulrich, lowering his eyes.
"Dead!" exclaimed the other.

"And long ago?
I saw him at the anvil three weeks since." "My father?
At the anvil?
And Ruth ?..." stammered Ulrich, gazing at the other with a pallid, questioning face.
"They are alive, certainly they are alive! I met him again in Antwerp.
No one else can make you such armor.