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
"Arise!" she said; "you do not know what you say, and do not know to
whom you speak. I can give you nothing. I have nothing to give; I am so
poor, so poor--much poorer than you!"
She went about the room, wringing her hands; passed him still kneeling,
and, when her garments touched his glowing face, he sprang to his feet
as though touched by an electric current.
"I am not poor," he cried; "I am the son of a prince--I am more than
a prince; I am Michelangelo! I am more than Michelangelo! I see them
coming in pilgrim troops, singing songs in praise of immortal Antonio,
bearing flowers, waving wreaths to decorate the marvelous works of the
divine Antonio! Do you hear! Do you hear? There, there!"
Up the broad village street came a confused cry of many voices, of
people terrified by the news of the flood, which had broken through the
dikes, and running down to the scene of the disaster. From the tower of
the church nearby the tones of the bell resounded, now threateningly
near, now quavering in the distance, as the storm surged to and fro.
"Do you hear?" cried the madman--"Do you hear?"
He stood with outstretched arms, smiling with his dazed eyes fixed
as in blissful triumph on Ferdinande, who gazed at him with horror.
Suddenly the smile changed to a terrible grimace; his eyes sparkled
with deadly hate, his outstretched arm drew back abruptly, his hand
clutched his breast, as now, directly under the window, a voice in
commanding tone sounded clear above the cries of the multitude, through
the raging storm--"A rope--a strong rope, the strongest rope you have,
and small cords, as many as possible.--There are some below already! I
shall be down there before you are!" A hasty step, then three or four
steps at a time, came up the stairs. The madman laughed aloud.
The landlady likewise had heard the clear voice below, and the
hastening step upon the stair. There would be trouble if the young
gentleman should come in while the strange, uncanny man was with the
young lady. She rushed into the room at the moment when the gentleman
from the other side threw open the door.
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