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Updated: June 19, 2025
I looked at her she was tall, but with no figure to speak of, about fifteen or sixteen, with long, dark hands and no gloves. Like as not she had looked up Asop in the dictionary that afternoon, to have it ready. Mack asked me what sport I was having. What did I shoot mostly? I could have one of his boats at any time if I wanted only let him know. The Doctor said nothing at all.
'Dearest Philip, he begins to Melancthon, 'we have at last reached our Sinai, but we will make a Sion of this Sinai, and here will I build three tabernacles, one to the Psalms, one to the Prophets, and one to Asop.... It is a very attractive place, and just made for study; only your absence grieves me.
I could never compare with him those were her words... I stepped out into the middle of the floor, cocked my gun, set the muzzle against my left instep, and pulled the trigger. The shot passed through the middle of the foot and pierced the floor. Asop gave a short terrified bark. A little after there came a knock at the door. It was the Doctor. "Sorry to disturb you," he began.
Here are you burning out your life for the sake of a worthless schoolgirl, and your nights are full of desolate dreams. And a hot wind stands still about your head, a close, foul wind of last year's breath. Yet the sky is quivering with the most wonderful blue, and the hills are calling. Come, Asop, Hei... A week passed. I hired the blacksmith's boat and fished for my meals.
Asop, my dog, was waiting for me in the hut. I took off my cap, bowed to her again, and said: "Fair one, I give you farewell." And I started off. She gave a cry: "Oh, you are tearing my heart out. I came to you to-day; I waited for you here, and I smiled when you came.
"But do you not know, then, that he is dead? ... Pale beldam, you do not answer; your lips are white, you breathe no more..." There! That was the strange tale of the girl in the tower. Wait, Asop, wait a little: there was something I forgot. One day she heard her lover's voice in the courtyard, and she fell on her knees and blushed. And that was when she was forty years...
But when we come to the edge of the wood there was no one there. No, all was quiet; there was no one there. "There is no one here," I said to myself. And yet it was no worse than I had expected. I did not stay long, but walked on, drawn by all my thoughts, passed by my hut, and went down to Sirilund with Asop and my bag and gun with all my belongings.
The day was at an end. I had my meal, sharing it with Asop, and set out into the woods once more. Soft winds breathed silently in my face. And I blessed the winds because they touched my face; I told them that I blessed them; my very blood sang in my veins for thankfulness. Asop laid one paw on my knee. Weariness came over me; I fell asleep. Lul! lul! Bells ringing!
Sorrow and joy are from within oneself. One day I remember now. I had gone down to the coast. The rain came on suddenly, and I slipped into an open boathouse to sit down for a while. I was humming a little, but not for any joy or pleasure, only to pass the time. Asop was with me; he sat up listening, and I stopped humming and listened as well. Voices outside; people coming nearer.
I could hear nothing, and indeed there was nothing to listen for. I closed the door again; Asop came up from his resting-place and noticed that I was restless about something. Then it struck me that I might run after Edwarda and ask her for a little silk thread to mend my net with. It would not be any pretence I could take down the net and show her where the meshes were spoiled by rust.
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