The tanner opened the shutters wide and leaned far out of the window. "Knulp! Is it you, or is it your ghost?" "It's me!" cried Knulp. "But you can come down the stairs, you don't have to jump out the window." Happily the tanner ran down and opened the little front door. Knulp had to blink when his friend held the smoking oil lamp up to his face. "And now, get inside!" Rothfuss cried out excitedly, drawing his friend into the house. "You can tell me all about it later. There's some supper left. And there's a bed for you too. Good God, what weather to be out in! Have you got decent shoes at least?" Disregarding his questions and astonishment, Knulp stopped on the stairs to unfold his turned-up trouser cuffs, then climbed through the half light with assurance, though he had not set foot in the house for four years. In the hallway outside the door to the big room, he hesitated. The tanner bade him go in, but Knulp took him by the hand and held him back. "Hold on," he whispered. "It seems you're married now."Hesse, Hermann - Knulp PDF Download
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