Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
In her indignation, she was now at last tempted to relate to him, under
promise of the strictest secrecy, the history of her youth: and as
Andres at every word grew more incredulous, and shook his head in
mockery, she took him by the hand, and led him to the chink; where, to
his amazement, he beheld the glittering Elf sporting with his child, and
caressing her in the grove. He knew not what to say; an exclamation of
astonishment escaped him, and Zerina raised her eyes. On the instant she
grew pale, and trembled violently; not with friendly, but with indignant
looks, she made the sign of threatening, and then said to Elfrida: "Thou
canst not help it, dearest heart; but they will never learn sense, wise
as they believe themselves." She embraced the little one with stormy
haste; and then, in the shape of a raven, flew with hoarse cries over
the garden, towards the Firs.
In the evening, the little one was very still; she kissed her rose with
tears; Mary felt depressed and frightened, Andres scarcely spoke. It
grew dark. Suddenly there went a rustling through the trees; birds flew
to and fro with wild screaming, thunder was heard to roll, the Earth
shook, and tones of lamentation moaned in the air. Andres and his wife
had not courage to rise; they shrouded themselves within the curtains,
and with fear and trembling awaited the day. Towards morning, it grew
calmer; and all was silent when the Sun, with his cheerful light, rose
over the wood.
Andres dressed himself; and Mary now observed that the stone of the ring
upon her finger had become quite pale. On opening the door, the sun
shone clear on their faces, but the scene around them they could
scarcely recognise. The freshness of the wood was gone; the hills were
shrunk, the brooks were flowing languidly with scanty streams, the sky
seemed gray; and when you turned to the Firs, they were standing there
no darker or more dreary than the other trees. The huts behind them were
no longer frightful; and several inhabitants of the village came and
told about the fearful night, and how they had been across the spot
where the gipsies had lived; how these people must have left the place
at last, for their huts were standing empty, and within had quite a
common look, just like the dwellings of other poor people: some of their
household gear was left behind.
Elfrida in secret said to her mother: "I could not sleep last night; and
in my fright at the noise, I was praying from the bottom of my heart,
when the door suddenly opened, and my playmate entered to take leave of
me. She had a travelling-pouch slung round her, a hat on her head, and a
large staff in her hand. She was very angry at thee; since on thy
account she had now to suffer the severest and most painful punishments,
as she had always been so fond of thee; for all of them, she said, were
very loath to leave this quarter."
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