And now let me get away from here..."
She began walking down the path from the hut; she took a few small
hurried steps, turned round, her face still pale as death, and moaned:
"And let me never see your face again."
XXIII
Leaves were yellowing; the potato-plants had grown to full height and
stood in flower; the shooting season came round again; I shot hare and
ptarmigan and grouse; one day I shot an eagle. Calm, open sky, cool
nights, many clear, clear tones and dear sounds in the woods and fields.
The earth was resting, vast and peaceful...
"I have not heard anything from Herr Mack about the two guillemots I
shot," I said to the Doctor.
"You can thank Edwarda for that," he said. "I know. I heard that she
set herself against it."
"I do not thank her for it," said I...
Indian summer--Indian summer. The stars lay like belts in through the
yellowing woods; a new star came every day. The moon showed like a
shadow; a shadow of gold dipped in silver...
"Heaven help you, Eva, are you married?"
"Didn't you know that?"
"No, I didn't know."
She pressed my hand silently.
"God help you, child, what are we to do now?" "What _you_ will. Perhaps
you are not going away just yet; I will be happy as long as you are
here."
"No, Eva.
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