Marie heard a knock, and, looking up from her work, saw Waerli.
"Good day, Waerli," she said, glancing hurriedly at a tiny broken mirror
suspended on the wall. "I suppose you have a letter for me. How
delightful!"
"Never mind about the letter just now," he said, waving his hand as
though wishing to dismiss the subject. "How nice to hear you singing
so sweetly, Marie! Dear me, in the old days at Gruesch, how often I have
heard that song of the spinning-wheels. You have forgotten the old days,
Marie, though you remember the song."
"Give me my letter, Waerli, and go about your work," said Marie,
pretending to be impatient. But all the same her eyes looked extremely
friendly. There was something very winning about the hunchback's face.
"Ah, ah! Marie," he said, shaking his curly head; "I know how it is
with you: you only like people in fine binding. They have not always
fine hearts."
"What nonsense you talk Waerli!" said Marie "There, just hand me the
oil-can. You can fill this lamp for me. Not too full, you goose! And
this one also, ah, you're letting the oil trickle down! Why, you're
not fit for anything except carrying letters! Here, give me my letter.
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