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Updated: June 15, 2025
"In any case, Klara can't stay in the village," decided the bevy of young girls who talked the matter over among themselves, and were none too sorry that the smart, handsome Jewess who had such a way with the men should be comfortably out of the way.
"But d n it, Klara," he exclaimed impatiently, "I have made up my mind to come and spend my last evening with you and when I have made up my mind to a thing, I am not likely to change it because of a lot of gossiping peasants, because of old Rézi, or the whole lot of them.
One sweet little mer-baby was tiptailing towards the window with a pearl that she had stolen from her sister’s coronet. “It seemed to Klara that this mer-village was the most enchanting place that she had ever seen in her life. Oh, how she wanted to live there! “‘Oh, good mer-king,’ she called entreatingly, ‘and good mer-queen, please let me come to live in your palace.’ “Bing!
"Ah!" she said with a sigh, "it is good to be out again; being a prisoner doesn't suit me, I can tell you that." "Your dear father seems to be very severe with you, Klara," said Elsa compassionately.
"Will you be silent!" he hissed through his teeth, his face deadly pale now with a passion of wrath at least as fierce as hers. But now Elsa's quiet voice interposed between these two tempestuous souls. "No!" she said firmly, "Klara shall not be silent, Andor. Let go her arm and let her speak. I want to hear what she has to say."
Then as a matter of course he kissed her round, brown arm just above the bracelet, and also the red lips through which the words of thanks came quickly tumbling. Klara did not dare to look across the room. She felt, though she did not see, Leopold's pale eyes watching this little scene with a glow in them of ferocious hate and of almost animal rage.
Leopold Hirsch, having done the awful deed, had fled, of course, but his victim might not be dead, he might be only wounded and dying for want of succour. Klara closing her eyes could almost picture him, groaning and perhaps trying to drag himself up in a vain endeavour to get help.
The moment her mother left the room, Klara whipped over to the window. ‘I’m going to dress myself and climb out the window and run away and never come back, she said to herself.’ “The house in which Klara lived was built on the side of a cliff, overlooking the sea. As Klara stood there in her nightgown the moon began to rise and come up out of the water.
"I warned Elsa," he continued sullenly; "I told her that if you were not at the feast, I should not be there either. She has disobeyed me. I must punish her." "So?" she rejoined, with an acid smile. "It is only in order to punish Elsa that you want to sup with me?" "Don't be stupid, Klara," he retorted. "I'll come at ten o'clock. Will you have some supper ready for me then?
But the farther she went, the farther from her the doorway seemed to go. But she did not mind that the walk was so long because it was so pretty. Looking over the edge of the Wake of Gold, deep down in the water, she could see all kinds of strange sights. “At one place a school of little fish swam up to the surface of the water. Klara knelt down and watched their pretty, graceful motions.
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