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So, with the sticky, thick ink of the Weissen Ross'l, Sebastian
wrote the letter, and Barlasch, forgetting his scholarly
acquirements, took the pen and made a mark beneath his own name
written at the foot of it.
Then he went out, and left Sebastian to pay for the beer.
CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE BRIDGE.
They that are above
Have ends in everything.
A lame man was standing on the bridge that crosses the Neuer Pregel
from the Kant Strasse--which is the centre of the city of
Konigsberg--to the island known as the Kneiphof. This bridge is
called the Kramer Brucke, and may be described as the heart of the
town. From it on either hand diverge the narrow streets that run
along the river bank, busy with commerce, crowded with the narrow
sleighs that carry wood from the Pregel up into the town.
The wider streets--such as the Kant Strasse, running downhill from
the royal castle to the river, and the Kneiphof'sche Langgasse,
leading southward to the Brandenburg gate and the great world--must
needs make use of the Kramer Brucke. Here, it may be said, every
man in the town must sooner or later pass in the execution of his
daily business, whether he go about it on foot or in a sleigh with a
pair of horses. Here the idler and those grave professors from the
University, which was still mourning the death of the aged Kant,
nearly always passed in their thoughtful and conscientious
promenades.
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