The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction - German

lf an hour. The evening was so fine. Father D?rr muttered that he could not leave his property in better hands, whereupon the young couple took leave, bowing courteously, and went

and gooseberry bushes, grew gilly flowers and mignonette, whose delicate perfume mingled with the more po

lked together to the end of the garden, whe

we si

erry bushes which nearly overtopped the garden fence. "I love to walk leaning on you

that I should have more of a

s I am co

they are happy. He has to do as she wish

cile, because he always has a bad conscience. She looks after him sharply and will not allow it,

that

ix years or more he is perfectly wild over his wife, simply because she is stout. Both of them hav

there, Lena; she ma

a hand's breath too high? But you never see anything like that, and 'figure' and 'imposing' a

y strawberry in the bed that lay in front of the hedge and fence. Finally Lena found what she wante

d the berry from her lips a

But just hear how Sultan is barking; he w

f you keep on talking about 'stately Frau D?rr,'

e he is. I am contented. But I want to talk

ey have a double meaning and perhaps really have. But she knows nothing about that, a

e a pas

And she herself must have given occasion for it again and again. Only she is so simple that she never gave it a thought, still less reproached anyone. She speaks of it as an unpleasant service, that she faithfully a

he flood of silver light, looked even more fantastic than usual. Lena

used, as if from a dream that escaped her, and sat up again, did s

e D?rr's, the same lettuce beds with cherry trees between and I would almost wager, just as many bird houses. And even the asparagus beds run the same way. And I would walk amongst them with my mothe

I always feel as if I ou

How so? W

ntention of presenting myself before the gracious lady; you must just feel as if I had said that I am afraid of the E

little democrat, and every friendly word has to be almost choked out of you. Isn't that

tall and slender and

you have missed it this time. My mother is a lit

eve it. It is

er occurs to you. You always think that you women are the principal thing. An

much concerned for the w

rre

wealthy, yes very wealthy marriages. An

ate woman, w

for this very hour, is my joy. What follows does not tr

ok his

I am childish and vain enough to believe so. But you will fly away, I see that clearly enough. Y

o not know how d

or that now, I can never bring it about. You love me, and you are weak. That cannot be altered. All handsome men are weak and the stronger spirit rules over t

untless shower of sparks. A second followed the first and so it went on, as if they were chasing and trying to catch up with one another, until of a sudden the rockets

s here among the box borders, and if I could say to everyone: 'Yes, you may wonder at us, he is he and I am I, and he loves me and I love him,'--

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n one's self. But it is growing cold and they are through over there. That is the last piece that they are playing now

were all out in the "castle" and only Sultan gazed after them, thrusting his head out of