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Updated: June 12, 2025
So much heart, and so handsome too! 'To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels, and unto him that hath, shall be given! Those are precious words!" Peter had promised Henrica, to request the council to give her permission to leave the city. It was hard for her to part from the burgomaster's household.
A guest summoned the landlord, but the musician joined the officers and began a low conversation with Georg, which was drowned by the confused mingling of loud voices. Wilhelm came from the Van der Werff house, where he had learned that the next day but one, June fourteenth, would be the burgomaster's birthday. Adrian had told Henrica, and the latter informed him.
"Her uncle, Matanesse Van Wibisma," she said, "seemed to be a sluggish messenger; he had probably enjoyed the evenings at her aunt's, which filled her, Henrica, with loathing. She would go out into the world after her sister, if her father compelled her to stay here." Then she began a description of her aunt and her life.
"Well then, we'll meet at Aquanus's tavern at four o'clock." "But the young lady " "It will be time enough, if she learns at the gate who is to accompany her." When Georg came to the tavern at the appointed hour, he learned that Henrica had received another letter from Nicolas.
Never ending sorrow! Farewell, Georg! We can laugh at or pity each other, just as we choose. A heart pierced with seven swords: what an exquisite picture! Let us wear blood-red knots of ribbon, instead of green and blue ones. Give me your hand once more, now farewell." Henrica beckoned to the musician and both followed Belotti up the steep, narrow stairs.
Never ending sorrow! Farewell, Georg! We can laugh at or pity each other, just as we choose. A heart pierced with seven swords: what an exquisite picture! Let us wear blood-red knots of ribbon, instead of green and blue ones. Give me your hand once more, now farewell." Henrica beckoned to the musician and both followed Belotti up the steep, narrow stairs.
I must go to Van Hout, who lives close by, and will send the German to you. But my time is limited, and with such gentlemen, fair women can accomplish more than bearded men. Farewell, dear Fraulein, once more we rejoice to have you for our guest." When the burgomaster had left the room, Henrica said: "How quickly, and how differently from what I expected, all this has happened. I love you.
"Were you the songstress?" asked Georg. "Does that surprise you?" replied Henrica. "My voice has certainly retained its strength better than my body, wasted by long continued suffering. I feel how deeply my eyes are sunken and how pale I must be. Singing certainly lightens pain, and I have been deprived of the comforter long enough.
Barbara met him on the steps and wanted to call Maria, who was with Henrica; but he forbade it and paced thoughtfully to and fro, his lips often quivering as if he were suffering great pain. When, after some time, he heard his wife's voice in the dining-room, he controlled himself by a violent effort, went to the door, and slowly opened it.
Not a day elapsed in which he did not meet her, and this was a source of pleasure to Henrica, because she could show him that his presence was a matter of indifference, nay even unpleasant. Her imprisonment greatly depressed her, and she longed unutterably for the open country, the fields and the forest.
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