He saved me at the peril of his own life." "Oh yes!" cried Sabine, with an expression Anton did not quite understand; "he loves to play with whatever is sacred to others." At that moment Mr.Jordan came to request her to give them some music.
She went at once.
Anton was excited to the utmost.

Sabine Schroeter stood so high in the estimation of the gentlemen of the counting-house that they paid her the compliment of rarely naming her.

Most of the younger clerks had been desperately in love with her; and though the flames had burned down for want of fuel, yet the embers still glowed in the innermost recesses of their hearts.

All alike would have fought for her against any enemy in the world.

But they looked upon her as a marble saint, a being beyond the influence of human weaknesses.
Anton, however, now doubted whether she were really this.