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Richmond? cried the squire. He returned: 'Can Miss Ilchester say that the Princess Ottilia does not passionately love my son Harry Richmond? The circumstances warrant me in beseeching a direct answer. She uttered: 'No. I looked at her; she at me. 'You can conduct a case, Richmond, the squire remarked. My father rose to his feet.
Lady Edbury 'thought it singular for a German woman of the Blood to be a brunette. They had not much dark mixture among them, particularly in the North. Her name? She had forgotten the name of the princess. My father repeated: 'The Princess Ottilia, Princess of Eppenwelzen-Sarkeld. 'Brunette, you say? 'The purest blonde. 'A complexion? 'A complexion to dazzle the righteous!
My next flame was Ottilia: but let us keep her for another number; my feelings overpower me at present. Travelling some little time back in a wild part of Connemara, where I had been for fishing and seal-shooting, I had the good luck to get admission to the chateau of a hospitable Irish gentleman, and to procure some news of my once dear Ottilia. Yes, of no other than Ottilia v.
Besides I was engaged in watching my father, whose bearing toward the ladies he accosted did not dissatisfy my critical taste, though I had repeated fears of seeing him overdo it. He summoned me to an introduction to the Countess Szezedy, a merry little Hungarian dame. 'So, said she at once, speaking German, 'you are to marry the romantic head, the Princess Ottilia of Eppenwelzen!
Not another girl in blessed Rhineland, and Bohemia to boot, dared say such words! than I can't repeat them! don't ask me! She's becoming a Frankish girl! 'What ballad's that? said Gottlieb, smiling. 'The Ballad of Holy Ottilia; and her lover was sold to darkness. And she loved him loved him 'As you love Siegfried, you little one?
And if it was not love of the immortal kind, what was I? I looked back on the thought like the ship on its furrow through the waters, and saw every mortal perplexity, and death under. My love of Ottilia delusion? Then life was delusion! I contemplated Julia in alarm, somewhat in the light fair witches were looked on when the faggots were piled for them.
'We trumped him with that identical court-card, Richie. 'Very well. To-morrow, after we have been to my grandfather, you and I part company for good, sir. It costs me too much. 'Dear old Richie, he laughed, gently. 'And now to bye-bye! My blessing on you now and always. He shut his eyes. The morning was sultry with the first rising of the sun. I knew that Ottilia and Janet would be out.
I have written myself almost into a reconciliation with the silly fellow; for the truth is, he has been a good, honest husband to her, and she has children, and makes puddings, and is happy. Ottilia was pale and delicate. She wore her glistening black hair in bands, and dressed in vapory white muslin.
The margravine huffed, the prince icy, Ottilia invisible, I found myself shooting down from the heights of a dream among shattered fragments of my cloud-palace before I well knew that I had left off treading common earth. All my selfish nature cried out to accuse Ottilia. We drove along a dusty country road that lay like a glaring shaft of the desert between vineyards and hills.
I had never before received a distinct intimation of my littleness of nature, and my first impulse was to fly from thought, and then, as if to prove myself justly accused, I caught myself regretting no, not regretting, gazing, as it were, on a picture of regrets that Ottilia was not a romantic little lady of semi-celestial rank, exquisitely rash, wilful, desperately enamoured, bearing as many flying hues and peeps of fancy as a love-ballad, and not more roughly brushing the root-emotions.
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