"Ach, Liebchen!" he says; and we went back to gather up his tin
cans; and I says:
"Ewigweibliche's a good word, though a Dutch one;" then we came away
on the whaler.
But all I owned went down on the _Anaconda_. I got back to San
Francisco in course of time, but no richer than when I left
Greenough, and ten years or more older.
Kreps was a man very given to sentiments, in particular about
"Ewigweibliche," and I never knew a man that kept himself more
entertained. He settled down for the time, with Veronica and
Kamelillo for his family, in a fine house in the upper town of San
Francisco. Kamelillo used to cook unlikely things which Kreps and
Veronica ate peaceable between them. Kreps was well-to-do, and he
seemed cut out for a happy life. Any kind of cooking suited him. The
whole world grew knowledge for him to collect. He could suck
sentiment out of a hard-boiled egg. But I went to live with Stevey
Todd where the cooking was better, and loafed about the streets and
docks, wondering what I'd do next. I never knew what became of Kreps
after we left San Francisco.
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