As often
as I thought of that episode with the post card, it sent, as it were, a
glow all through me. Why should I think any more about it? No, of course
not. And I had not followed her to the door after all.
But there she stood, and you there. Her breath came towards you--a taste
of flesh. Out of a darkness she was, nay, not of earth. And her eyes--did
you mark her eyes?
And each time something in me turned at the thought--a nausea. A
meaningless succession of names poured in upon me, places of wild and
tender sound, whence she might be: Uganda, Antananarivo, Honolulu,
Venezuela, Atacama. Verse? Colours? I knew not what to do with the words.
XIII
Fruen has ordered the carriage to drive her to the station.
No sign of haste in her manner; she gives orders to the cook about packing
up some food for the journey, and when Nils asks which carriage he is to
take, she thinks for a moment, and decides to take the landau and pair.
So she went away. Nils himself drove for her.
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