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The Stamp Album: -IV- -V- -VI- -VII- -VIII- -IX- -X- -XI- -XII-
In the Municipal Park: -XIII- -XIV- -XV- -XVI-
Springtime Twilight: -XVII-
The Villa: -XVIII- -XIX- -XX- -XXI- -XXII- -XXIII- -XXIV- (XXV) -XXVI- -XXVII-
Bianka’s Lineage: -XXVIII- -XXIX- -XXX- -XXXI- -XXXII- -XXXIII-
Hiatus: -XXXIV- -XXXV- -XXXVI- -XXXVII-
Finale: -XXXVIII- -XXXIX- -XL-
XXV
I NEED not explain how that discovery shook me. Far removed lines drew close and connected; reports and parallels unexpectedly converged. Full of agitation, I imparted my discovery to Rudolf. He seemed little moved. Ill disposed, he even snorted and accused me of exaggeration and fabrication. More and more frequently he accuses me of boasting and deliberate mystification. If I have felt a certain friendliness toward him, as the owner of the album, his outbursts of envy, full of uncontrolable bitterness, estrange me from him more and more. I show him no resentment, however — unfortunately, I am dependent upon him. What would I do without the stamp album? He is aware of this, and presses that advantage.
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