"
"Do you possess a workshop?" cried the girl in amazement.
"Do I? Why, I am partner with a man named Greusel, and we own a workshop
together. A gruff, clumsy individual, as you would think, but who,
nevertheless, with his delicate hammer, would beat you out in metal a
brooch finer than that you are wearing."
"Do you mean Joseph?"
"Yes," replied Roland, astonished. "What do you know of him?"
"Have you forgotten so soon? It was his stalwart shoulders that burst in
my door at Pfalz, and you yourself told me his name was Joseph Greusel.
Were all those marauders you commanded honest mechanics?"
"Every man of them."
"Then you must be the villain of the piece who led those worthy
ironworkers astray?"
Roland laughed heartily.
"That is quite true," he said. "Have I fallen in your estimation?"
"No; to me you appeared as a rescuer. Besides, I come of a race of
ruffians, and doubtless on that account take a more lenient view of your
villainy than may be the case with others."
The young man stopped in his walk, and seized her hands again, which she
allowed him to possess unresisting.
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