"That's what drove me out of the tavern, that's why I took to my heels.

That--that--Roland, my fore man." "I don't understand you." "Don't you, don't you?
How should you; but I'll explain.

When you're as old as I am, young man, you'll experience it too.

There are few perfectly sound trees in the forest, few horses without a blemish, few swords without a stain, and scarcely a man who has passed his fortieth year that has not a worm in his breast.

Some gnaw slightly, others torture with sharp fangs, and mine--mine .-- Do you want to cast a glance in here ?" The fencing-master struck his broad chest as he uttered these words and, without waiting for his companion's reply, continued: "You know me and my life, Herr Wilhelm.