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
"I know, I feel that I am committing an impious act, I am defying law,
I am deceiving the best of men, but I only deceive him out of endless
love, and so utterly unworthy is that which is protected by law, that I
dare all because I believe in the pardon of Heaven."
"You need not have this sin pardoned, it will not be committed."
"Hear me Baluzzi!"
"Hear me first! I have not yet told you all. Since those days by the
lake, love died in my heart, passion remained, but it was a wild
passion that wavered between love and hatred; expiation I had hoped for
from you, but you cast flaming anger into my heart. You shall be mine,
your kisses shall give me rapture, my pulses shall throb louder, when I
hold you in my arms, but only like the pirate's pulses, who rejoices
over the captured beauty. Never shall I forget that you injured and
betrayed me beyond expression, that you are my slave, over whom I
exercise my proud right of master, whether I torture and chastise, or
whether I love her. What are your laurel wreaths to me? Dried up straw
which I burn, because no more gold glitters on its leaves, but as in
mockery of your renown, the queen of the stage shall preside at my
gaming-tables beside other painted harridans, and shall decoy victims
into my net--the trade will flourish! The remains of a great name will
suffice for it, that little candle end can still shed some light. You
shall obey me, tremble before me! That is the expiation, the penance
for an overbearing and faithless wife!"
"And to such degradation shall I follow you, give myself up to such
disappointment? Death rather!"
"There is a still better means, Signora! Seize your dagger, kill me,
let me be killed as a robber and housebreaker, then you will be free,
and with a light heart can greet the first ray of the morning sun; but
I am on my guard, my glances do not leave you, do not leave that door
behind which Beate sleeps. I know that she has a pocket pistol under
her pillow, and a crime more or less does not matter to her, but I am
prepared to meet her also."
And Baluzzi pulled out a pistol.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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