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Do you understand? No, of course you don't! You are a dreadfully primitive woman!" "I did not think you were German," she said. "Nor did I!" and he laughed "Nor am I. I said just now that I had the 'Kultur' of a super-German and a super-German means something above every other male creature except himself. He cannot get away from himself nor can I! That's the trouble! Come, obey me, Manella!
What is it then, when one prays every night and morning for a man? when one would work one's fingers to the bone for him? when one would die to keep him from sickness and harm? What do you call it?" He smiled. "Self-delusion, Manella! The beautiful self-delusion of every nature-bred woman when her fancy is attracted by a particular sort of man.
He will never know he is your husband never recognise you, your life will be sacrificed to a helpless creature whose brain is gone who will be unconscious of your care and utterly irresponsive. Oh, sweet, TOO loving Manella! you must not pledge the best years of your youth and beauty to such a destiny!" Manella's dark eyes flashed with passionate ardour and enthusiasm.
This was enough for Manella her wild love and wilder terror gave her an almost supernatural strength and daring, and all heedless now of results she sprang boldly towards the deep cutting in the rock, swinging herself from jagged point to point till reaching the bottom of the declivity at last, bruised and bleeding, but undaunted, she stopped, checked by a rushing stream which tumbled over great boulders and dashed its cold spray in her face.
I do everything I am asked to do as well as I can." "Obliging creature! And are you well paid?" "As much as I want" Manella answered, indifferently. "But there is no pleasure in the work." "Is there pleasure in ANY work?" "If one works for a person one loves, surely yes!" the girl murmured as if she were speaking to herself, "The days would be too short for all the work to be done!"
A faint, quivering smile was on her lips. "You always don't? That sounds very droll! You will be unlike every man in the world, then, they all marry!" "Oh, do they? You know all about it? Wise Manella!" And he looked at her, smiling.
"He will not he thinks nothing of me nothing! no! though he says I am beautiful!" "Oh, he says that, does he?" and Gwent smiled "Well, he'd be a fool if he didn't!" "Ah, but he does not care for beauty!" Manella went on. "He sees it and he smiles at it, but it does not move him!" Gwent looked at her in perplexity, not knowing quite how to deal with the subject he himself had started.
It's a dull, dreary way of living, but I suppose you like it!" "I DON'T like it!" declared Manella, vehemently, "I hate it! But what am I to do? I have no home and no money. I must earn my living somehow." "Will you come away with me?" said Morgana "I'll take you at once if you like!"
I can imagine her, a die-away creature with a cough and a straw-coloured wig. Yes! that will do, Manella! You'd better go and wait upon her. I've got all I want for a couple of days at least." He seated himself and took up his note-book. She turned away. "Stop a minute, Manella!" She obeyed. "Golden hair, you said?" She nodded. "Old or young?"
"I do not understand you" she said "Why do you talk nonsense about the sun? I suppose you ARE ill after all, you have an illness of the head." He nodded with mock solemnity. "That's it! You're a wise woman, Manella! That's why I'm here. Not tubercles on the lungs, tubercles on the brain! Oh, those tubercles!
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