Egypt -- History -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
All this could not matter to him; nevertheless he remained gazing at the
roof of the colonnade which went round the house below the upper floor;
for, on the terrace it formed, leaning against a window-frame, stood a
small figure with her head thrust so far forth to listen that the light
shone through the curls that framed it. Katharina was trying to overhear
a dialogue between the Patriarch Benjamin--whose bearded and
apostolic head Orion could clearly recognize--and the priest John,
an insignificant looking little man, of whom, however, the deceased
Mukaukas had testified that he was far superior to old Plotinus the
Bishop in intellect and energy.
The young man could easily have watched Katharina’s every movement,
but he did not think it worth while. Nevertheless, as he rode on, the
water-wagtail’s little figure dwelt in his mind; not alone, however, for
that of Paula immediately rose by her side; and the smaller Katharina’s
seemed, the more ample and noble did the other appear. Every word he
had heard that day from Paula’s lips rushed to his remembrance, and the
vivid and lovely memory drove out all care. That woman, who only a few
hours since, had declared herself ready, with him, to hope all things,
to believe all things, and to accept his protection--that lordly maiden
whom he had been glad to bid fix her eye, with him, on the goal of
his future efforts, whose pure gaze could restrain his passion and
impetuosity as by a charm, and who yet granted him the right to strive
to possess her--that proud daughter of heroes, whom even his father
would have clasped to his heart as a daughter--was it possible that
she should betray him like some pleasure-seeking city beauty? Could she
forget her dignity as a woman?--No! and a thousand times no. To doubt
her was to insult her--was to wrong her and himself.
The physician loved her; but it certainly was not any warmer feeling
than friendship on her part that made her receive him at this late hour.
The shame would be his own, if he ever again allowed such base suspicion
to find place in his soul!
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