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“Now, people,” shouted Consul Buddenbrook finally, “I think the best thing for you all to do is to go home.”
Carl Smolt, quite crestfallen over the result he had brought about, answered “That’s right, Herr Consul. Then things’ll be quieted down. And Herr Consul doesn’t take it ill of me, do’e, now? Good-bye, Herr Consul!”
The crowd began to disperse, in the best of humours.
“Wait a minute, Smolt,” shouted the Consul. “Have you seen the Kröger carriage? the calèche from outside the Castle Gate?”
“Yes, sir, Herr Consul. He’s here; he be driven up in some court somewhere.”
“Then run quick and say he’s to come at once; his master wants to go home.”
“Servant, Herr Consul,” and, throwing his cap on his head and pulling the leather visor well down over his brows, Carl Smolt ran with great swinging strides down the street.
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