The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 12
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 12
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
When they left the table the late afternoon steamer came down the
Kessine and called at the landing opposite the clubhouse. Effi sat by
an open window with Crampas and Gieshübler, drinking coffee and
watching the scene below. "Tomorrow morning at nine the same boat will
take me up the river, and at noon I shall be in Berlin, and in the
evening I shall be in Hohen-Cremmen, and Roswitha will walk beside me
and carry the child in her arms. I hope it will not cry. Ah, what a
feeling it gives me even today! Dear Gieshübler, were you ever so
happy to see again your parental home?"
[Illustation: _Permission F. Bruckmann A.-G. Munich_ PROCESSION AT
GASTEIN Adolph von Menzel] "Yes, the feeling is not new to me, most
gracious Lady, excepting only that I have never taken any little Annie
with me, for I have none to take."
CHAPTER XV
Effi left home in the middle of August and was back in Kessin at the
end of September. During the six weeks' visit she had often longed to
return, but when she now reached the house and entered the dark hall
into which no light could enter except the little from the stairway,
she had a sudden feeling of fear and said to herself: "There is no
such pale, yellow light in Hohen-Cremmen."
A few times during the days in Hohen-Cremmen she had longed for the
"Haunted house," but on the whole her life there had been full of
happiness and contentment. To be sure, she had not known what to
make of Hulda, who was not taking kindly to her rôle of waiting
for a husband or fiancé to turn up. With the twins, however, she
got along much better, and more than once when she played ball or
croquet with them she entirely forgot that she was married. Those
were happy moments. Her chief delight was, as in former days, to
stand on the swing board as it flew through the air and gave her
a tingling sensation, a shudder of sweet danger, when she felt she
would surely fall the next moment. When she finally sprang out of
the swing, she went with the two girls to sit on the bench in front
of the schoolhouse and there told old Mr. Jahnke, who joined them,
about her life in Kessin, which she said was half-hanseatic and
half-Scandinavian, and anything but a replica of Schwantikow and
Hohen-Cremmen.
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