Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)Gottschall, Rudolf von
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Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)
Gottschall, Rudolf von
German fiction -- Translations into English
"Baluzzi's passionate courtship, which inspired me with fear and
dread--as he intimidated me with menaces if I should not do his will--I
could no longer resist. I had sung my first more important part at the
_Pergola_ and been very successful; his calculations now gained a
firmer basis, more resolutely he went at his object. At that time, it
is true, I only perceived the expression of unlimited passion in all
that he said or did, which at last intoxicated me, for nothing is more
infectious than the soul's warmth. I gave my consent to the marriage;
that it should be a secret one at first, we both agreed. Nothing is
more fatal to young actresses than the title of _Signora_, it sets a
barrier to those undecided wishes which spontaneously, like a
superfluous element of nature, mingle with the admiration of beauty and
artistic revelations; in such unexpressed emotions often lies the
secret of success. A grand career lay before me, it must remain free
and open to me. Baluzzi also desired this. We were married in the
remote little church in the middle of the Orta lake. For the stage I
continued to be Signora Bollini; but the heavy, fatal error of my life
had been committed, it was no youthful folly whose consequences could
be brushed away with a light hand. Marriage is indissoluble according
to the laws of the Church, indissoluble according to those of the
country. The priest's words had converted me into a slave for evermore.
I did not feel it then, I was happy. This confession does not disgrace
me, because felicity lies in our feelings, and delusion can call it
forth as well as truth. Youth has its own rapture, its own bliss, and
love is not so powerless as not to procure full enjoyment for all who
are filled with it. Those were glorious days which I spent by the banks
of the Orta lake. Baluzzi then seemed like a demi-god to me, but that
bliss was of short duration.
"Returned to Florence, I soon remarked that he displayed several
rougher sides of his nature, at first surprising, then alarming me. I
perceived that he gave himself up to a wild life, which, merely to win
and deceive me, he had interrupted for some time. He laid an embargo
upon my cash-box, I was almost reduced to poverty; he was a gambler, a
drunkard, and spent his nights with wild companions.
"The rapture of love, however, had given unthought-of wings to my
talent; from part to part I attained greater success, and after the
lapse of a year was engaged at the _Pergola_ with a considerable
salary, but, with the salary, increased Baluzzi's claims; often he
demanded money for his journeys to Monaco, where he indulged his mania
for play, whence he always returned a bankrupt. All my expostulations
were vain, he met them with bitter scorn and the defiant manner of a
lord and master.
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