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My father is refused admittance, but your husband can do much, and I must speak with him." "Will you receive him to-morrow?" "The sooner the better, for he is your husband and, I repeat, the ground is burning under my feet." "Oh!" exclaimed Maria. "That sounds very sad," cried Henrica. "Do you want to hear, that I shall find it hard to leave you?
Have you never heard anything of the story of our signorina's older sister?" "Has Henrica an older sister?" "Yes, sir, and when I think of her. Imagine the signorina, exactly like our signorina, only taller, more stately, more beautiful." "Isabella!" exclaimed the musician.
Henrica could not see him immediately, Father Damianus was with her, so he was obliged to wait in the dining-room until the priest appeared. Nicolas knew him well, and had even confessed to him once the year before. After greeting the estimable man and answering his inquiry how he had come there, he said frankly and hastily: "Forgive me, Father, but something weighs upon my heart.
Henrica watched her silently for a time and then exclaimed: "One word, Frau Maria. What is going on in the court-yard? Nothing? And what has become of the happy light in your eyes? Your house isn't swarming with guests; why did you wait for Bessie to tell me about Junker Georg, the German, the old acquaintance?" "Let that subject drop, Henrica." "No, no! Do you know what I think?
At these words Maria clasped the excited girl's hands, saying beseechingly: "Be quiet, be quiet, Henrica. You must think only of your recovery now. And shall I confess something? I believe everything hard can be more easily borne, if we can cast it impatiently forth like the sea of which you speak; with me one thing is piled on another and remains lying there, as if buried under the sand."
"Of course, of course," replied the doctor, "my grandmother used this remedy for headache, and she was a sensible woman. Evening and morning, and the proper amount of sleep." Henrica occupied a pretty, tastefully-furnished room. The windows looked out upon the quiet court-yard, planted with trees, adjoining the chamois-leather work shops.
"This is my first one too," replied Henrica, "but I know now what it is to be compelled to submit to everything we don't like, and feel with two- fold keenness everything that is repulsive. It is better to die than suffer." "Your aunt is dead," said Maria sympathizingly. "She died early this morning. We had little in common save the tie of blood." "Are your parents no longer living?"
Animated with fresh courage, she went to Henrica and, as evening had closed in, sat down by the lamp to write to her mother; for she had neglected to do so since the invalid's arrival, and communication with Delft might soon be interrupted.
The first story in the Hoogstraten mansion was brightly lighted, but in the second a faint, steady glow streamed into Nobelstrasse from a single window, while she for whom the lamp burned sat beside a table, her eyes sparkling with a feverish glitter, as she pressed her forehead against the marble top. Henrica was entirely alone in the wide, lofty room her aunt had assigned her.
My brother-in-law expected great things from him, and he possessed many rare gifts, but was reckless, fool-hardy, and a source of constant anxiety to his mother." "You must tell me more about him." "What is the use, Henrica?" "I don't want to talk any more, but I should like to be still, inhale the fragrance of the lindens, and listen, only listen." "No, you must go to bed now.
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