BUDDENBROOKS
money; and it was not nearly enough, so you may as well go home. I’m through with you—through—through—through!”
Johann Buddenbrook ushered his daughter silently out. Then he turned, went up to Herr Grünlich, who was standing in the window with his hands behind his back staring out at the rain, touched him softly on the shoulder, and spoke with soft admonishment. “Pull yourself together. Pray!”
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