Egypt -- History -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
[The German has the diminutive ‘Mariechen’. To this Dr. Ebers
appends this note. “An ignorant critic took exception to the use of
the diminutive form of names (as for instance ‘Irenchen’, little
Irene) in ‘The Sisters,’ as an anachronism. It is nevertheless a
fact that the Greeks settled in Egypt were so fond of using the
diminutive form of woman’s names that they preferred them, even in
the tax-rolls. This form was common in Attic Greek.]
Oh, if you could but know what I endured before I came out here! Forgive
me, Mary; be my sweet, dear little Mary once more. Indeed and indeed
you are much better than I am. Merciful Saviour, what possessed me
last evening? And all through him, through the man no one can help
loving--through Orion!--And would you believe it: I do not even know
why he led me into this sin. But I must try to care for him no more, to
forget him entirely, although, although,--only think, he called me
his betrothed; but now that he has betrayed me into sin, can I dare to
become his wife? It has given me no peace all night. I love him, yes I
love him, you cannot think how dearly; still, I cannot be his! Sooner
will I go into a convent, or drown myself in the Nile!--And I will say
all this to my mother, this very day.”
The Greek governess had looked on in astonishment, for it was indeed
strange to see the young girl kneeling in front of the child. She
listened to her eager flow of unintelligible words, wondering whether
she could ever teach her pupil--with her grandmother’s help if need
should be--to cultivate a more sedate and Greek demeanor.
At this juncture Paula came down the path. Some slaves followed her,
carrying several boxes and bundles and a large litter, all making their
way to the Nile, where a boat was waiting to ferry her up the river to
her new home.
As she lingered unobserved, her eye rested on the touching picture of
the two young things clasped in each other’s arms, and she overheard
the last words of the gentle little creature who had done her such cruel
wrong. She could only guess at what had occurred, but she did not like
to be a listener, so she called Mary; and when the child started up
and flew to throw her arms round her neck with vehement and devoted
tenderness, she covered her little face and hair with kisses. Then she
freed herself from the little girl’s embrace, and said, with tearful
eyes:
“Good-bye, my darling! In a few minutes I shall no longer belong here;
another and a strange home must be mine. Love me always, and do not
forget me, and be quite sure of one thing: you have no truer friend on
earth than I am.”
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