I'll say
'em over for you; listen now:
"The hearts of all to sin confess" ...
'Tain't everybody c'n do that neither!--
"The hearts of all to sin confess,
The beggar's and the king's no less.
But this man's heart from year to year
Was spotless and like water clear."
[_The women weep more copiously. He continues._] I gotta go over that
with white paint. An' this part here about God is goin' to be Prussian
blue.
[_He drinks._
_The smith LANGHEINRICH enters._
LANGHEINRICH
[_Regarding LEONTINE desirously._] Well now, look here, Rauchhaupt, old
man, I been lookin' for you half an hour! I thought I was to come an'
fetch you, you chucklehead.--Well, are you pleased with the job?
MRS. FIELITZ
Oh, go an' don't bother me, any of you! If a person loses a man like that
one, how's she goin' to get along with you jackasses afterwards!
FIELITZ
Come on, man, an' pull up a stool. You just let her get back to her right
mind.
LANGHEINRICH
[_With sly merriment._] That's right, I always said so myself: this here
dyin' is a invention of the devil.
MRS. FIELITZ
We was married for twenty years an' more. An' there wasn't so much as one
angry word between us.
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