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Updated: June 25, 2025
With trembling knees they found their way back to the chariot; but even before it could start Heliodora had broken down in tears, while Katharina, throwing herself back on the cushions, thought, as she glanced at her weeping companion: "This is the beginning of the wonderful happiness she was promised! It is to be hoped it may continue!"
Could the former know that Kuni would have been content with so little a tender impulse of his heart, a kiss, a hasty embrace? That would do the other no injury. In the circles whence she had been brought no one grudged another such things. How little, she thought, would have been taken from the wealthy Katharina by the trifling gift which would have restored to her happiness and peace.
Ludwig fancied he could see the scene as Katharina described it, when Marie had opened the steel casket. He knew just how delighted the young girl had been when she beheld nothing but ashes instead of the little garments, the documents, the portraits, the bank-notes; and he could hear her joyous laugh on finding herself relieved of the burden of her greatness.
Kuni watched the proud couple a long time, and, with the keen insight of a loving heart, told herself that he would have pointed her out to Frau Katharina, if he did not remember her in some way either in kindness or in anger. This little discovery had sufficed to transfigure, as it were, the rest of the day, and awaken a throng of new hopes and questions.
Katharina had escaped to her own room, had thrown herself on the couch cowering so close that no one entering the room would have taken the undistinguishable heap for a human being, a grown up, passionately suffering girl. It was very hot, and yet a cold shiver ran through her slender frame. Was she now attacked by the pestilence? No; it would be too merciful of Fate to take such pity on her woes.
How rich his father must be to spend so large a sum on an offering to the Church as heedlessly as men give alms to a beggar. Katharina and Paula! Yes, the little girl was a bright, brisk creature; but then Thomas' daughter what power there was in her eye, what majesty in her gait, how how how enchanting her her voice could be her voice. . . .
The child might not follow her own mother to the cemetery. With a drooping head Katharina withdrew to her room and there stood looking out into the garden. It all was hers now; she was mistress of it all and of much besides, as free and unfettered to command as hitherto she had been over the birds, her little dog, or the jewels that lay on her toilet-table.
But still Mary would not do his bidding, but only thanked him vehemently and then asked with sparkling eyes: "Really, truly? Do you love Paula so dearly?" At this point however she suddenly checked herself. "And little Katharina. . ." "Never mind about that," he replied with a sigh. "And learn a lesson from all this.
Here she was met by the housekeeper, who took the lamp out of her hand and was about to question her; but Katharina only screamed: "The plague is in the house! Lock the doors!" and then rushed away, past the leech who was coming in. With one bound she was in the chariot, and as the horses started she wailed out to the nurse: "The plague they have the plague. Plotinus has taken the plague!"
In short, while he was doing all in his power to entrap me even the slaves in the barge observed it he was in the very act I heard it from Dame Neforis, who is only too glad when she can hurt me in the very act of suing for the hand of that little doll you know her little Katharina. She is his betrothed; and yet the shameless wretch dares to carry on his game with me; he has the face...."
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