The World's Illusion, Volume 1 (of 2): EvaWassermann, Jakob
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The World's Illusion, Volume 1 (of 2): Eva
Wassermann, Jakob
German fiction -- Translations into English
“So terrible was my state, that I understood but slowly and gradually
the dreadful realities that took place about me. One morning Adeline
came into the room where I was teaching the boys, sat down, and
listened. She drew from her finger a ring that had in it a great,
lovely pearl, played with it thoughtfully, arose, went to the window to
watch the falling of the snow, and then left the room to go into the
garden. I could not breathe or see any longer. There was an intolerable
pressure on my chest, and I had to leave the room for a little to catch
my breath. When I returned I saw in the eyes of my pupils a look of
unwonted malevolence. I paid no attention to it. From time to time
the old rebelliousness flared up in them, but I let them be. They sat
before me half-crouching, and recited their catechism softly and with
glances full of fear.
“About ten minutes passed when Adeline returned. She said she had left
her ring on the table, and asked me whether I had seen it. She began
to search for it, and so did I. She called her maid and a footman,
who examined everything in the room; but the ring was gone. Adeline
and her servants looked at me strangely, for I stood there and could
not move. I felt at once and in every fibre that I was exposed to
their suspicion. They searched on the stairs and in the hall, in the
new fallen snow of the garden, and again in the room, since Adeline
insisted that she had taken the ring off there and forgotten it on the
table. And I confirmed this statement, although I had not actually
seen the ring on the table, since I had seen her and her gestures but
as things in a dream. All the words that were exchanged between her
and the servants seemed directed against me. I read suspicion in their
looks and changed colour, and called the boys, who had stolen away as
soon as they could, and questioned them. They suggested that their
rooms be searched, and looked at me with malignity. I begged Adeline
to have my room searched as well. She made a deprecating gesture, but
said, as though in self-justification, that she attached a peculiar
value to this ring and should hate to lose it.
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