German fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, German -- Translations into English
During this talk the lawyer did not notice how high the sun was rising
and that not a glimpse of the Tuscan plain had yet appeared. He was
thinking, too, in a disconnected way, of the approaching end of the
day. It was so refreshing to be tramping along this path, overgrown
with bushes, fifty feet above the torrent, to feel the fine spray of
the waterfall dash up against his face, to see the lizards slipping
over the stones, and the graceful butterflies chasing the furtive
sunlight, that he was not once conscious of how they were wandering
up-stream and not yet turning westward at all. There was a magic in the
voice of his guide that made him forget everything that had yesterday,
in the company of the smugglers, been so incessantly in his mind. But
now, as they ascended out of the ravine, and the boundless, utterly
strange mountain wastes, with new heights and cliffs, desolate and
parched, lay before them, he awoke all at once from his day-dream,
stood still and looked into the sky. He now understood clearly that
they had been wandering in the opposite direction, and quite two hours
farther away from his goal than when they set out.
“Halt!” said Filippo. “I see in time that you have betrayed me after
all. Is that the way to Pistoja, you traitress?”
“No,” said she, fearlessly, but her eyes fell to the ground.
“Now, then, by all the power of hell, the devil can easily take lessons
and learn hypocrisy of you. A curse on my blindness!”
“Man is all-powerful, man is mightier than the devil and the angels, if
he loves,” she said in a deep, melancholy tone.
“No,” he cried, in a flash of sudden fury, “you have not triumphed yet.
Do not exult yet, overconfident girl, not yet! What a crazy girl calls
love can not break the will of a man. Turn back with me to the place
and show me the shortest way--or I will choke you with these hands--you
fool, who can not see I must hate you, you who are willing to make me
appear before all the world as a good-for-nothing.” He stepped up close
in front of her, with clenched hands; he completely forgot himself.
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