Neither did he heed the man dressed as a carter who, when he saw the vintner, turned and followed.

Finally, when the vintner veered into the Adlergasse, he stopped, his hands clenched, his teeth hard upon each other.

He even leaned against the wall of a house, his face for the moment hidden in his arm.
"Wretch that I am! Damnable wretch! Krumerweg, Krumerweg! Crooked way, indeed!" He flung down his arm passionately.

"There will be a God up yonder," looking at the stars.

"He will see into my heart and know that it is not bad, only young.