Chapter 34: At Daisenberger's Grave

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​⁠It was high noon. The children were at school, the grown people had gone to their work. The village was silent and no one stopped Freyer as he hurried down the broad old "Aussergasse," as the main street of the place was called, with its painted houses, toward the graveyard and the church.

In the cemetery beside the church stands a simple monument with a bronze bust. An unlovely head with all sorts