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SPEAK of the wolf, and you see his ears! I am quite well, and impatiently expecting an answer from you. I kiss mamma's hand, and send you a little note and a little kiss; and remain, as before, your What? Your aforesaid merry-andrew brother, Wolfgang in Germany, Amadeo in Italy. Milan, Feb. 17, 1770. Now I am in for it! My Mariandel! I am so glad that you were so tremendously merry.
But I did not reflect on this incomprehensible meeting; like the meeting with Mariandel, it was immediately blotted out of my consciousness, and I asked myself after Mara. Where was she? Where was she seeking me! What is she likely to be doing? I ran every which way and, seeking to escape her, I hoped to find her.
I have sworn that I will not be taken alive into the fortress. Have pity, beautiful child your eyes are soft and kindly, and betray a tender heart. Help me think how beautiful, how glorious is the world and life and liberty to the young! My enemies will deprive me of all this, and chain me in a cell, like a wild beast. Oh, help me to escape!" "How can I help you?" said Mariandel, greatly touched.
Mariandel laid her hand upon her father's lips, and suppressed his cries for help. "Father, he has a bride, and she weeps for him! think upon Joseph, and let them go." The fugitives dashed away. Their long hair fluttered in the wind, their cheeks glowed with excitement and expectation. Already the village lay far behind them. Onward, over the plains, over the meadows, over the stubble-fields!
"Now, farewell, Mariandel one kiss at parting farewell, compassionate child! Schnell, Schnell, quick, quick to horse, to horse!" Schnell rushed out of the hut, the peasant after him. He saw with horror that his horses were saddled; that Schnell, in spite of his foot, had mounted one, and Trenck was seated upon the other. "My God! will you steal my horses? Help! help!"
I performed my duty according to my custom. As soon as duty was over on the following morning I found myself on the way to the city park. Suddenly I was aroused at hearing my name called. I looked up and saw Mariandel standing in her window, stared at her, and came to my senses, and felt the desiccating heat of the day. "Do you mean to run by again?" the girl asked in surprise.
The expression seemed to me somewhat pompous, as many of her expressions were; nevertheless, I could not but nod assent, thinking of the virgin forest in which this flower first gleamed forth through the twilight, as a new miracle rising out of the ruins of innumerable generations of trees. But Mariandel then continued, "It is a part of your life." I smiled in astonishment.
All of a sudden I saw Mariandel standing amazed and waiting for me a few paces in advance. Her fine blue eyes were filled with tears, she held out her hand to me, and called out reproachfully and compassionately at the same time, "Erwin !" I barely touched her hand, whispered that I was in a hurry, and fled past her into another street.
And now I was once more walking along the broad, hot street with the one-storied houses, once more on the same side in the shade, which today, to be sure, was deeper than the first time; for it was still early morning. And now I stood by the window, put my arms on the window-sill and said, "Good morning, Mariandel, sweetmeats!"
She looked at me with childlike confidence, put her little, warm hand on mine, and said, "You are not angry with me, Erwin?" "How could I be angry with you for that? Is there a human being who could be angry with you? See, Mariandel, the only pain you cause me is the fact that I am not the only one who can take nothing ill of you!"
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