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
"He gambled at Monaco, he engaged in equivocal business, and did I not
send him sufficient money at any time, he pursued me like a spy, like a
shadow. He read of my successes in the papers, he kept a book of them,
he calculated my receipts. In Milan, not long after, began the era of
my triumphs, the most distinguished circles were opened to me. I became
intimate with Princess Dolgia, and she invited we to her villa at
Stresa.
"It was then that I saw you for the first time, when my heart burned
for you with glowing passion, when I experienced all the charms of love
and life, and felt the shame of my chains doubly heavy; then, too, he
spied upon me by the lake shore, he had been dissatisfied with the last
remittance; he demanded more. At the same time his heart was inflamed
with savage jealousy, or was it rather an emotion of hatred--he saw
that we loved one another. I feared for your life, only a great price
could assuage his wrath. But, carried away with delight that knew no
bounds, as if to raise me in blissful dreams above the unworthiness
with which my life was filled, I would not curb my glowing love, and
greater than the sin of loving was the wicked doubt, whether the
welfare of my soul was more imperilled by your love than by the mad
passion of a brutal criminal.
"Since then my only thought has been for you and your love; he followed
me upon my career of triumph which I commenced through Europe. I would
fly from you, only entwine your love like a transient dream in my
life--and ever again it urged me to seek you; therefore I came here
and stayed so long on the shores of the northern lakes. It drew me to
your native land, to your own home. I visited your Castle while you
were absent; then I tore myself away from the glowing dreams of my
longing--for almost two years I lingered in Russia. Owing to no fault
of mine, Baluzzi had lost all traces of me for a considerable time; he
had been guilty of some breach of the laws in Russia, and was, I know
not why, banished to Siberia, but he discovered me again, and, like a
leech, he clung to my heels.
"My increasing fame gave me the _entrée_ to good society, I gained the
friendship of princes and princesses. Intercourse with Baluzzi could
only injure my name. Little as he fulfilled his duties as a chorus
singer in Florence, he was known as one of those musical assistants who
stood upon a subordinate step of the ladder of art, in those circles I
had risen far above his horizon. I often let him feel it, and he
rebelled with double defiance against my 'impudent overbearing.' Yet he
saw that, for his own sake, he must not disturb my career; he agreed
only to see and speak to me secretly, and before the world to assume
the semblance of friendship; he often came after dissipated
entertainments and asserted his rights, rousing my anger.
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