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“Lela wußte von alledem nichts. Sie hatte nur Augen für Fritz, der sich jetzt zur Seite wandte, wo eine junge, blonde Frau am Flügel saß und zu ihm aufschaute. Als Lela dieses neue Gesicht sah, erstarrte etwas in ihr. Unwillkürlich rückte sie auf ihrem Stuhl etwas vor, um näher hinsehen zu können. Was war das? Diese Frau hatte Fritzens Gesicht – nur schöner, weicher, liebreizender, und jetzt lächelte sie ihm aufmunternd zu, und er lächelte mit einem kurzen Nicken des Kopfes zurück. Die beiden verstanden sich, und nun wußte Lela auf einmal, warum Fritz keine Angst hatte. Natürlich – sie war da, und wenn sie da war, war alles in Ordnung.”

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