Love stories, German; Sisters -- Fiction; Suicide victims -- Fiction
"'I will!' I repeated.
"'And will you sometimes write to me, to tell me how she is? Whether
she is well, and of good courage? Will you?'
"'I will!' I said, for the third time.
"'Then come, give me a kiss, and let us be good friends, now and
always.' And he kissed me on my mouth....
"Five minutes later we were on our horses and riding hurriedly towards
the home farm; for it already was beginning to grow dark.
"'You stayed away a long time,' said Martha, who was standing in her
white apron on the verandah, and smiled at us from afar. When I saw
her, I felt as if I could never find enough tenderness to pour out upon
my sister. I hastened towards her and kissed her passionately, but at
the same moment I regretted it, for it appeared to me as if I were
thereby wiping his kiss from my lips.
"Embarrassed, I desisted, and slunk away. At supper I constantly hung
upon his eyes, for I thought he must make known our secret
understanding by some sign. But he did not think of any such thing.
Only when we shook hands after the meal he pressed mine in quite a
peculiar way, as he had never done before. I was as pleased as if I had
received some valuable present.
"On that evening I could hardly await the time when I might go to bed
and put out the light; then I was often wont to stare for an hour at a
time into the darkness, dreaming to myself. It was in my power to keep
awake as long as I wished, and to go to sleep as soon as I thought it
time. I had only to bury my head in the pillows and I was off. To-day I
stretched myself in my bed with a sense of well-being such as I had
never before in my life experienced. I felt as if every wish of my life
had been fulfilled. My cheeks burnt, and on my lips there still
distinctly remained the slight tingling sensation of that kiss--the
first kiss with which a man,--papa of course did not count--had kissed
me.
"And if, strictly speaking, it had been meant for some one else, what
did that matter to me? I was still so young I could not yet lay claim
to anything of the kind for my own self.
"Thereupon I once more fell into my favourite reverie as to what I
should do if I were in Martha's place. Thus I had no need to destroy
the fancies which to-day had been proved only idle chimera, but could
go on spinning them out to my heart's content, and I did spin them out,
waking and sleeping, till early morning.
"Two days later he drove off. A few hours before he took his leave, he
had a long conference with Martha in the garden. Without any feeling of
jealousy I saw them disappear together, and it afforded me unspeakable
pleasure to keep watch at the gate so that no one should surprise them.
"When they appeared again they were both silent, and looked sad and
serious.
"No, he had not declared himself; that I saw at the first glance, but
he had spoken of the future, and probably interspersed many a little
word of modest hope.
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