The Vulture Maiden [Die Geier-Wally.]Hillern, Wilhelmine von
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The Vulture Maiden [Die Geier-Wally.]
Hillern, Wilhelmine von
Tyrol (Austria) -- Fiction
Now no one tried to detain them; they walked on unmolested, farther--at
each step farther away from Joseph. Wally looked round, and still for a
time she could see his head towering above the others, she could still
hear the confused sound of voices and of laughter on the green before
the church. She could not yet believe that she was really gone, that
she should not see Joseph again--perhaps never again. Now they turned a
corner of the rock and all was hidden, the village green with all the
people and Joseph--and every thing, every thing was gone. Then suddenly
there came upon her, as it were, a revelation of a great joy of which
she had had one glimpse, and which was lost to her for ever now. She
looked around as though imploring help in her soul's need, in this new,
this unknown anguish. And there was none to answer her and to say, "Be
patient, presently all will be well!" Dead and motionless were the
rocks and cliffs all around, dead and motionless the Ferner looked down
upon her. What did they care, they who had seen worlds come and worlds
pass away, for this poor little trembling woman's heart? Her father
walked on at her side, silent as though he were a moving rock. And he
it was that was guilty of all. He was a wicked, hard, cruel man; there
was not a creature in the world that took any interest in her. And
while she thought all this, struggling with herself, she walked on
mechanically farther and farther in advance of her father, up hill and
down hill, as though she wished to walk off her heart's pain. The
scorching sun glared on the blank wall of rock, she strove for breath,
her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth, all her veins throbbed;
suddenly her strength gave way, she threw herself on the ground and
broke into loud sobs.
"Oho! what's all this about?" exclaimed Stromminger in the greatest
astonishment, for never since her earliest infancy had he seen his
daughter weep. "Art out of thy wits?"
Wally made no reply; she gave herself up to the wild outbreak of her
soul's suffering.
"Speak, will thee? open thy mouth or--"
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