The Torrents of Spring, Chapter 11

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​⁠The bell tinkled at the outer door. A young peasant lad in a fur cap and a red waistcoat came into the shop from the street. Not one customer had looked into it since early morning … “You see how much business we do!” Frau Lenore observed to Sanin at lunch-time with a sigh. She was still asleep; Gemma was afraid to take her arm from the pillow, and whispered to Sanin: “You go, and mind the shop fo