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Updated: June 5, 2025
Seated on the terrace, near the parapet, on which he rested his elbows, he was gazing silently into the sounding darkness. Maria and Noemi, who had also come out to enjoy the freshness and the wild odours of the night wind, stood at a little distance. Maria whispered a word in her sister's ear, and Noemi withdrew.
Why do they all respect him? Because no one knows him. If Timéa knew, if she discovered what he really was, would she still say, "I would share the shame of his name, as I have shared its glory!" Yes; she would still say so. Timéa will never leave him: she would say, "You have made me unhappy; now suffer with me." It is an angel's cruelty, and that is Timéa's nature. But how about Noémi?
When the fever-fit passed, he murmured, "Oh, how lovely you are without diamonds, Noémi!" Then a fantasy seized him. "That man stands at our antipodes on the other side of the earth. If the earth were of glass he could look down upon us. But he can see me just as well as I see him. What is he doing? He is catching rattlesnakes, and when he comes back he will let them loose on the island.
I give him what he wants, that he may leave us in peace." "He has not been here lately," said Noémi. "Oh, nothing has happened to him, I expect his arrival any day." "If only he would come now!" said the girl. "Why, you little goose?" Noémi grew crimson. "Only because I should prefer it." Timar, however, thought to himself how happy he could make these two people with a single word.
"While I rowed back two things fretted me. One was that there were noxious inhabitants on the island snakes; probably some in that grotto: the thought filled me with horror and alarm for Noémi. The other anxiety was this. I can live for years on wild honey, water-nuts, and manna fruit; my child lives on her mother's breast; but how shall I feed Almira?
"But yet here is a pistol in your haversack," said Noémi, and drew it out; and then her check paled, for she recognized Theodor's pistol, with which he had often, when he came to the island, bragged and threatened that he would shoot Almira. "This is his weapon!" Timar was struck by the expression of her face.
"What am I to wait for?" Noemi threw her arm round her friend's neck, "I will drag your soul with so fine a net that it will bring beautiful great pearls to the surface, perhaps some sea-weed as well, and a little mud from the bottom, or even a very tiny pioeuvre." "You do not know me," answered Jeanne. "You are the only one of my friends who does not know me." "Of course.
He kissed Michael's hand with impassioned warmth, rushed away, threw himself down on the grass behind the first bush that hid him from Timar's eyes, and wept real, true tears. Poor little Noémi stood for an hour under the acacia-tree where she had taken leave of Michael. Therese, as she stayed out so long, had gone to seek her, and now sat beside her daughter on the grass.
"If the Padre will be kind enough to accompany me, it seems to me you might remain here, as you are not feeling well," she said. Jeanne consented so readily that Noemi suspected she had some secret plan, and wondered if she had not made a mistake in proposing this. However, it was too late now.
When, finally, he told her of the awful night in which the adventurer appeared at his lonely castle, of how despair had led him to the brink of the grave, and how, as he looked down into the waves, instead of his own face mirrored in the water, the dead face of his enemy emerged from the depths, and God's hand suddenly closed before his eyes the opening of the icy tomb oh! how passionately Noémi pressed him to her breast, as if to hold him back from falling into the grave.
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