The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"Do not believe a word of what, when I return home, I--ah! that is no
use. You will not read this letter till--I write it here at Frau von
Randon's, so as to lose no time--August will give it to you when I am
gone. Well, it is all untrue! My mother has not written at all. For the
last week I have deceived and imposed upon you abominably, as since
then I have no longer been on your behalf, and it would have been quite
useless if I had; for it is now clear to me that your Reinhold has
discovered long since how matters stood with us, and kept out of the
way, even before we ourselves had a suspicion; for you may believe me,
Elsa, that when two men are such good friends, they stand by one
another in such matters as well as we girls could. And before dear
blind Cilli we did not think it necessary either to have any reserve,
because she always smiled so merrily when we teased each other; and
then she could not see, and in such cases, you know, the eyes play a
great part. It began, indeed, with the eyes, for till then everything
had gone on quite properly; but when he came to them he said, 'I shall
now have an opportunity of finding out exactly what colour your eyes
are; I have been puzzling my brains about it all this time.' I
maintained they were yellow, Aunt Rikchen said green, he himself brown;
and Cilli, to whom the decision was left, said she was certain they
were blue, because I was so cheerful, and cheerful people always had
blue eyes. So we went on joking about it; and every day he began again
about my eyes, and as you cannot very well talk about eyes without
looking into them, I looked into his eyes while he looked in mine,
and--I don't know whether you have made the same discovery, Elsa, but
when one has done so for a few days, one begins to see more and more
clearly--quite down to the bottom of them--quite curious things, I can
tell you, which makes one turn hot and cold, and one often does not
know whether to laugh and to give the man who looks at you like that a
box on the ear, or to burst into tears and fall on his neck.
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