If I were a man she would be
devoted to me and sacrifice everything for my sake.
It is a strange case. But I am very sorry for the girl. I have never
come across such a peculiar mixture of coldness and ardour.
When she had finished her story she went away very quietly. And I am
convinced that to-morrow things will go on just as before. Neither of us
will make any further allusion to the fog, nor to all that followed it.
SPRING.
I am driven mad by all this singing and playing! One would think the
steamboats were driven by the force of song, and that atrocious
orchestras were a new kind of motive power. From morning till night
there is no cessation from patriotic choruses and folk-songs.
Sometimes The Sound looks like a huge drying-ground in which all these
red and white sails are spread out to air.
How I wish these pleasure-boats were birds! I would buy a gun and
practise shooting, in the hopes of killing a few. But this is the close
season.
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