? ? ? ? Finally, in an agony of desperation, he cried, "Walpurgis nacht!" and pointed to the carriage for me to get in.
? ? ? ? All my English blood rose at this,and standing back I said, "You are afraid, Johann--you are afraid. Go home, I shall re- turn alone, the walk will do me good." The carriage door was open. I took from the seat my oak walking stick--which I al- ways carry on my holiday excursions--and closed the door, pointing back to Munich, and said, "Go home,Johann--Walpurgis nacht doesn't concern Englishmen."
? ? ? ? The horses were now more restive than ever, and Johann was trying to hold them in, while excitedly imploring me not to do anything so foolish. I pitied the poor fellow, he was so deeply in earnest; but all the same I could not help laughing.
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