The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
Don't believe a word of all that I told you when I came home.--Oh, that
won't help you any! You first read this letter--I am writing it right
here at Madame von Randow's in order to lose no time--August is to give
it to you when I am gone--thus, not a bit of it is true; my mother
hadn't written at all; I lied; I have been lying to you and deceiving
you most monstrously for a week, for I have not been going there
during that time on your account, and that would have been the most
injudicious procedure, as I am convinced that your Reinhold has long
since noticed how matters stand with us and has kept out of the way
even before we had an idea of it, and you may believe, Else, that two
such men, when they are such good friends, stand by each other in such
matters in a way that we girls couldn't improve upon. And for dear,
blind Cilli we thought we needed to have no further concern, because
she always smiled so cheerfully when we teased each other, and then,
too, she couldn't see, and the eyes play such an important part in a
matter of that kind, you know! Indeed, it began with the eyes, for up
to that time all went well. But when he came to them he said: "At this
point I shall have to determine what the color of your eyes really is;
and I was puzzling my brain about that all those days." I declared they
were yellow; Aunt Rikchen thought they were green; he himself thought
they were brown--and Cilli, who was to decide the matter, said she
was convinced that they were blue; she was so cheerful, and cheerful
people must have blue eyes. So we jested to and fro and each day he
began again with my eyes and, because one can't speak of eyes very well
without looking into them, I looked into his eyes while he looked into
mine, and I don't know whether you have ever had the same experience,
Else--when one has done that a few days, one begins to see more clearly
what is going on back of the eyes--very curious things. I tell you that
a shudder goes over one; one doesn't know sometimes whether to laugh at
the one who is looking, and give him a snip on the nose, or to take to
crying and fall on his neck.
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