She dreams of far distances and her desires are of far
distances. And it seems as if not the slightest space could be found
for you in her thoughts, however ardently you might desire to
sacrifice yourself for her, your life, your all, to the end that that
might be between her and you which is hardly a faint glimmer of
companionship, much less a belonging together."
"Yes, you know that it is thus. But. . . ." Now a greenish-yellow
lizard runs along the edge of the balcony. It stops and looks about
The tail moves. . . .
If one could only find a stone. . .
Look out, my four-legged friend.
No, you cannot hit them, they hear the stone long before it reaches
them. Anyhow he got frightened.
But the pages disappeared at the same moment.
The blue one had been sitting there so prettily. And in her eyes lay
a yearning which was genuine and unconscious and in her movements a
nervousness that was full of presentiment. Around her mouth was a
faint expression of pain, when she spoke, and even more when she
listened to the soft, somewhat low voice of the yellow page, which
spoke to her from the balcony in words that were provocative and at
the same time caressing, that had a note of mockery and a note of
sympathy.
And doesn't it seem now as if both were still here!
They are there, and have carried on the action of the _proverbe_,
while they were gone. They have spoken of that vague young love which
never finds peace but unceasingly flits through all the lands of
foreboding and through all the heavens of hope; this love that is
dying to satisfy itself in the powerful, fervent glow of a single
great emotion! Of this they spoke; the younger one in bitter
complaint, the elder one with regretful tenderness.
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