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Paula had various ecclesiastical interests in common with him, and began to expand and enter more into realities, while Thekla had in him a dear delightful delicious brother, who petted her, bantered her, mended her rabbit hutch, caught her hedgehog, taught her to guide her bicycle, drew picture games for her, and taught her to sketch.
All this, methinks, He might have purchased at a cheaper rate. THEKLA. That which he did not plant for me might yet Bear me fair fruitage of its own accord. And if my friendly and affectionate fate, Out of his fearful and enormous being, Will but prepare the joys of life for me
Of course the first question was, "And is it really true?" "It is true, my dears, that my old great aunt has left me a house and some money; but you must not flatter yourselves that it is a great estate." "Only mayn't I have a bicycle?" began Thekla again. "Child, I believe you have bicycles on the brain," said Agatha.
Schiller rivals Shakspeare himself in the energy with which, by a word or an epithet, he paints the fiercest or tenderest passions of the heart: witness the devoted love of Thekla for Max in Wallenstein; or the furious jealousy of the Queen in Don Carlos.
The waiting maid met him inside and conducted him upstairs, and ushered him into a spacious apartment, in which the count was lying on a couch, while the countess and Thekla sat at work beside him. She then retired and closed the door after her.
Just as Magdalen was opening the door, there darted up, with the air of a privileged favourite, a little person of ten years old, with flying brown hair and round rosy cheeks, exclaiming breathlessly, "Is she come?" The answer was to take her up with a motherly hug, and "My dear little Thekla!"
Then the old woman returned. "Aint you awful cramped and stiff, papa?" "Yes," said the statue. "Will you promise not to do yourself a mischief, if I untie you?" "No." Thekla groaned, while the tears started to her red eyelids. "But you'll git awful tired and it will hurt you if you don't get the ropes off, soon, papa!" "I know that!"
THEKLA. Yes; I confess to you That many things delight me here: this camp, This motley stage of warriors, which renews So manifold the image of my fancy, And binds to life, binds to reality, What hitherto had but been present to me As a sweet dream! MAX. Alas! not so to me. It makes a dream of my reality. Upon some island in the ethereal heights I've lived for these last days.
"Surely no one does so," said Agatha. "Not exactly," said Paula; "at least, he has had supper at St. Kenelm's Vicarage with Lady Flight, and luncheon at Carrara with Captain and Mrs. Henderson." "Because he was DOING the child," interposed Vera; "and Thekla says that Primrose Merrifield says that her Aunt Jane that is, old Miss Mohun says that Lady Flight is not a gentlewoman."
The promise of a speedy departure from my dusky room proved irresistible; he babbled out his Aufwiedersehen, and kissing his chubby hand, he was borne away joyful and chattering fast in his infantile half-language. I did not see Thekla again until late afternoon, when she brought me in my coffee.
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