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of Bremen, the second man the work

for clients passing through.

A second harness maker ? He'll

want to be paid, Michael,

he'll need lodging and food.

Think. If you can live on

one harness maker

you ought to be able to live

better on two.

That's plausible. But...

No but, for I have thought

of the difficulties too.

The range of customers must

be enlarged, which will give

a security. How this can be

done must yet be thought over.

It is easy to work out how

many more orders it takes

to make the second man

profitable.

Papers...

At present the orders amount

to about

one thousand thaler

each month,

that is really too much for

one man.

The rent 200 thaler, the

working power 250 thaler,

50 thaler for material,

that leaves us with

500 thaler a month.

For each man-hour which Arthur

fulfits, he gets

15 hours a day multiplied by

26 days makes 390,

that is 65 groschen per hour.

Double that, makes 130 groschen

for us. You understand?

Nearly.

Again.

For each man-hour Arthur

fulfits, he gets

65 groschen, but you get 130.

With two the employer pays

130 groschen,

but then he earns 260

groschen per hour.

Is it that simple?

Your husband was stupid.

How can you, if you have

capital to back you up, get

down to the work-table yourself?

He saved on wages and lost

his health. Coffee...

Newspaper.

Quiet!

I love you.

I beg you, Geesche,

it's daylight now.

Love is to be kept for

the night.

Happy birthday, Mother.

The trouble I have with

Father, my child.

With Father?

And with myself,

for my discourse with God

is impeded.

I spoke to him and have

burdened myself with the blame.

What blame?

That I allow my child to

live against decency.

Don't, Geesche, leave that.

You live with a man

who does not make a respectable

person but a whore out of you.

You aren't a good mother

if you don't spare your

children this shame.

Listen, Mother, please.

I go no further than what

my feelings allow me to.

I love him and that is

not bad.

For a woman to... a man...

Dear Mother. Pronounce it.

The woman must kill the thought

if she has been befallen by it.

When you were little, didn't

I keep explaining to you

what discipline is for

a woman?

Don't compare your head with

that of a man.

That isn't true!

Mother, all your life you have

been thinking wrongly.

You are sinning.

No, Mother, no.

What I have to say

is no sin.

I love a man

and have always loved him.

I love him, Mother,

and whatever the world says,

I don't care.

I want to be mounted by

this man.

Geesche, stop it!

Now you'll stay here and

listen to me.

I want this man in my bed,

I don't sleep

with a sacrament, I sleep

with arms, shoulders,

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