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108to hold each other in embrace, were saying. It was a windynight and the branches of the trees were swishing. The followingday the convict had to be taken into the padded roomof the insane.Hitler looked at the six trees. He knew their numberbecause he had counted them a thousand times. At onetime he began to count their branches but gave it up. Hedid not like the way the trees looked, they were too wizened,lacking in energy and will. He did not like their whiteflowers and their feeble efforts to scent the prison court. Itwas like a plain woman trying desperately to appear beautiful.Outside the prison there was grass and many healthylooking trees. Craning one‟s neck one could see themfrom the fortress.“Herr Hitler,” Wachtmeister Burger began and waitedrespectfully until he would be encouraged to speak.Hitler‟s eyes roved to the man‟s uniform. WachtmeisterBurger put on his most mysterious air, tiptoed to himand whispered into his ear:“Herr Hitler, you can go out if you want to.”This gave Hitler a start. He had not been in prison formore than a month.“I mean,” the guard corrected himself, realizing he hadmade a mistake, “I mean you can go out two hours a day.”Once more Hitler‟s face was a mask. WachtmeisterBurger thought of a young prisoner in the common criminal‟spen. The young man had deep-seated eyes which seemedto be lost in a whirlpool of flame. He was a Bolshevist, found