Problematic Characters: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Problematic Characters: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The old man touched his cap, turned Brownlock round, and trotted
through the pine-trees back to Berkow.
Oswald hastened to his room without meeting anybody, as the company had
not yet returned from their promenade. With trembling hand he opened
the letter, and perused it with breathless haste, in order to read it
over and over again, as we read letters in which every word touches us
like kisses that come from lips we love.
When he sat down late at night to write his answer, he heard the same
voice singing which had produced such overflowing enthusiasm in him the
preceding night; but to-day he closed the window, for he felt that his
admiration for the beautiful girl was, after all, treason against his
love of Melitta, although he tried, of course, after the manner of men,
to silence the voice of his conscience as well as he could.
Part Third.
CHAPTER I.
Unfortunately, the next day was to give him ample occasion for
practising that wicked art.
For that very morning, as he returned from his meeting with Baumann,
who had been waiting for him in the forest at the appointed place to
take his letter, he could not deny himself the pleasure of walking
about a little in the garden. He intended only to stay a few minutes,
to walk just once around on the great wall, but he had now made the
turn twice from the great portal back again to the great portal, and
was beginning to make it for the third time, for the morning was really
delightful, and, if his eyes did not deceive him, a light dress was
shining through the trees and shrubs on the other side. Probably one of
the village girls at work in the garden. How he was surprised,
therefore, when he found soon after that it was Miss Helen! He could
not think of avoiding her. There were only a few flights of steps
leading down into the garden. There was nothing left, therefore, but to
cross his hands behind his back and to saunter slowly on, watching the
birds as they fluttered about in the branches, and the ducks below in
the moat, and to be a little surprised when he met Miss Helen precisely
at the same time and the same place as yesterday.
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