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I asked, looking fixedly at him. "Where? Went away? Oh, I don't know," he answered confusedly. "Well, well, we've been talking too long about this already. That foot of yours oh, you can begin to walk in a week's time. Au revoir." A woman's voice outside the hut. The blood rushed to my head it was Edwarda. "Glahn Glahn is ill, so I have heard."
"Yes, married!" "Why, who is her husband?" "Surely you know that. She is the blacksmith's wife." "I thought she was his daughter." "No, she is his wife. Do you think I am lying to you?" I had not thought about it at all; I was simply astonished. I just stood there thinking: Is Eva married? "So you have made a happy choice," says Edwarda. Well, there seemed no end to the business.
I heard her name, heard what she had said and done, and it was no longer of any great importance to me; it was as if he spoke of some distant, irrelevant thing. So quickly one can forget, I thought to myself, and wondered at it. "Well, and what do you think of Edwarda yourself, since you ask? I have not thought of her for weeks, to tell the truth.
I grasped her hand both her hands a senseless delight took possession of me I burst out, "Edwarda!" and stared at her. And in a moment she was cold cold and defiant. Her whole being resisted me; she drew herself up. I found myself standing like a beggar before her. I loosed her hand and let her go.
"There's no saying what mad thing you will do next," she went on. "And it is intolerable to be constantly looking after you." How mercilessly she said it! A very bitter pain passed through me. I almost toppled before her violence. Edwarda had not yet done; she went on: "You might get Eva to look after you, perhaps. It's a pity though, that she's married." "Eva! Eva married, did you say?"
"There was an Englishman here last year he had taken the hut and he often came to us for meals." Edwarda looked at me and I at her. I felt at the moment something touching my heart like a little fleeting welcome. It must have been the spring, and the bright day; I have thought it over since. Also, I admired the curve of her eyebrows.
We talked about the war, the state of affairs in the Crimea, the happenings in France, Napoleon as Emperor, his protection of the Turks; the young lady had read the papers that summer, and could tell me the news. At last we sat down on a sofa and went on talking. Edwarda, passing, stopped in front of us. Suddenly she said: "You must forgive me, Lieutenant, for surprising you outside like that.
The earth seemed fading from under my feet, and I lost my composure, as at so many unfortunate times before. I got up from the sofa and made as if to go out. The Doctor stopped me. "I have just been hearing your praises," he said. "Praises! From whom?" "From Edwarda. She is still standing away off there in the corner, looking at you with glowing eyes.
Here I am, I said to myself, sitting all alone on a stone, and the only creature that could make me move, she lets me sit. Well, then, I care no more than she. A great feeling of forsakenness came over me. I could hear them talking behind me, and I heard how Edwarda laughed; and at that I got up suddenly and went over to the party. My excitement ran away with me. "Just a moment," I said.
He had expected an important communication; but he was not prepared for anything so astounding as this. She nodded. "Right away." Going to be married! So that was why she seemed so different, so changed! that was why she had been wearing her hair up, and fussing so often with her nails! why she cared no longer for Edwarda! why she could not see the people of his thinks!
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