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But if a sound found its way to her her father's deep, bass voice, or her mother's treble, or the maid's "Psia krew, where have you got to?" she would give a start as though she had been roughly handled or had been caught doing something wrong, and turn scarlet and sigh as she smoothed her thick, tousled hair. Rosa Tiralla was very busy looking for mushrooms in the Przykop this summer.
Tiralla should get some of the powder in his wine or coffee. Rosa had gone to the Przykop with Marianna to fetch some branches and moss. She had made up her mind to place a wreath over the front door in honour of her brother's return; he should see at once how happy she was that he was coming back to her.
A deep silence reigned, save for a land-rail piping in the corn, and a deer calling deep down in the Przykop and still he controlled himself. Everything was so different at Starydwór to what it was elsewhere. Martin had not come to his age without having held a girl in his arms as an apprentice at the mill at home and more especially as a soldier but a woman like this one had never been his.
Martin will understand that; besides, he isn't one of those who look at beauty alone." Suddenly a violent pain pierced Rosa's heart, and she involuntarily pressed her hand to her side; it was as though her heart were broken and she must hold it together. Oh, yes, her mother was beautiful, and how she had laughed when they were turning the clover; just like the wood-pigeons in the Przykop.
When he came in sight of the trees in the low-lying Przykop, it was as though something were holding him back, and as though the wind were pushing him back so as to prevent him from going any further. And he was longing with all his heart to get to Starydwór as soon as possible.
"A gamekeeper is shooting," said Rosa. "They surely can't have hit him? Oh, if he were in the Przykop and they had wounded him? But that" Mrs. Tiralla gave an excited laugh "would not be the worst. If only he comes back, if only he comes back! Do you think he could go away without saying good-bye?" she asked her daughter eagerly, casting an imploring glance at her.
Tiralla had been more angry with her daughter than she had ever been before, and had pulled her plaits and called her a stupid goose. All the mushrooms growing in the Przykop were fit to eat; there was not a single poisonous one among them. "But Mr. Böhnke says, and Marianna says oh, mammie, I'm so afraid of poisonous mushrooms. How awful it would be if anybody ate one."
When Marianna, who could not stand the silence any longer, had begun to tell a gruesome story about a servant girl who had once lived at Starydwór and had buried her child in the Przykop, Rosa had given her such a look that the talkative woman had held her tongue as though she had received a blow on her mouth. The late afternoon sun was shining on the roofs of the old farm when they reached home.
There, alas! and her big eyes grew bigger and bigger and more desperate-looking there was the first of the big pines on the Przykop, looking just like a flagstaff with a waving pennon on it, and near it, although not yet visible, lay Starydwór, the old, lonely farm where she had to go on living year after year with Mr. Tiralla. How much longer?
He had to sit down on the moss by her side and only touch her hand. The woman looked about her with dreamy eyes; she could see the fields from the edge of the Przykop. It was pitch-dark in the hollow; he would have liked to go down there with her, but she refused; she wanted to look at the stars above the fields, whose twinkling brilliance was reflected in thousands of dewdrops.
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