This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...again, uncle, you know why," says she slowly. She feels that speech becomes difficult to her. "What the devil are you talking about?" he thunders. "Are you alluding to that old affair with Perthien? Then confound it, if you are not deuced foolish! Do you think because a girl has not married her first love, that is an ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...again, uncle, you know why," says she slowly. She feels that speech becomes difficult to her. "What the devil are you talking about?" he thunders. "Are you alluding to that old affair with Perthien? Then confound it, if you are not deuced foolish! Do you think because a girl has not married her first love, that is an obstacle for the second? No sentimentality, I do beseech you! That you were on the point of committing a stupendous act of folly, you have probably realized for yourself since, and that you should thank God on your knees every day for saving you from this folly you probably also realize--well, and you wish to be an old maid now for this reason? Who knows the foolish story? Only we and that rascal; and who knows in what part of America he is? Therefore be so kind as not to look at me so sadly." "Uncle," she begins. She tries to speak, to tell him of Greta Busch, something that she has wished to do a thousand times, but no sound leaves her lips. "Well," says he, and draws his chair nearer to her and pats her hands, resting clasped in her lap. "Well then, if it relieves your mind, I will say to the young man, when he comes to ask for you: 'You must not think that you are the first to court my niece, there was another whom she even loved a bit'" "No," cries Ditscha, "not loved! Oh no, do not tell him that, please, please!" And then she buries her burning face in her hands, and tears rush from her eyes, trickling between the slender fingers, while Joachim von Kronen lies back in his chair and laughs, laughs so loudly that the dogs beside the stove start up in alarm and come to him. Ditscha springs up and tries to rush from the room, but the old man holds her fast by her gown, ...
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