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she was uneasy, perturbedher las wantedremain clear, withtoucnstinct made her shrink away from any hands which mightlaidher.
she waoundling, probablysome gipsy race, broughtioman catholic rescu ve, paganly religious being, she was attachedthe baroness, with whom she had served for seven years, since she was fourteen.
shecame into contact withone, unlesswere with ida hesse,waalculating, good-natured, not very straight-forwar was the daughtera poor country doctor.
having gradually e into connection with emilie, morealliance thanattachment, she putdistinctiongrade between the tworked together, sang together, walked together, and went togetherthe roomsfranz brand, ida’ the three talked and laughed together,the women listenedfranz, who waorester, playinghis violin.
inall this alliance there waspersonal intimacy between the youn was naturally secludedherself,a reserved, nativ used hera kindweightbalance her own flight the quick, shifty governess, occupied alwaysher dealings with admirers, did all she couldmove the violent natureemilie towards some connection with men.
but the dark girl, primitive yet sensitivea high degree, was fiercel blood flamed with rage when the mon soldiers made the long, sucking, kissing noise behind hersh hated them for their almost jeerin was well protectedthe baroness.
andher contemptthe mon mengeneralshe loved the baroness, and she revered the baron, and she washer ease when she was doing something for the service whole nature waspeacethe servicereal masterer, a gentleman had some mystic quality that left her free and prouommon soldiers were brutes, merel desire wasserve.
she held hersel,sunday afternoon, she had looked through the windowsthe reichshallepassing, and had seen the soldiers dancing with the mon girls, a cold revulsion and anger had possessed her.
she could not bearsee the soldiers taking off their belts and pulling open their tunics, dancing with their shirts showing through the open, sagging tunic, their movements gross, their faces transfigured and sweaty, their coarse hands holding their coarse girls under the arm pits, drawing the femaleto thei hatedsee them clutched breastbreast, the legsthe men moving grosslythe dance.
at evening, when she had beenthe garden, and heardthe other sidethe hedge the sexual inarticulate criesthe girlsthe embracesthe soldiers, her anger had been too much for her, and she had cried, loud and cold:“what are you doing there,the hedge?”she would have had them whipped.
but bachmann was not quitommo ulein hesse had found out about him, and had drawn him and emiliwaandsome, blond youth, erect and walking witindpride, unconscious ye,camea rich farming stock, rich for man father was dead, his mother controlled the moneys for the timbachmann wanteundred poundsany moment,could have them.
by trade he, with onehis brothers, waaggo family had the farming, smithy, and waggon buildingthei worked because that was the formlife the they had chosen, they could have lived independent upon their means.
in this way,waentlemansensibility, though his intellect wascould affordpay freelyhad, moreover, his native, fin wavered uncertainly before him.
sobecame her sweetheart, and she hungered afte she was virgin, and shy, and neededbesubjection, because she was primitive and hadgraspcivilized formsliving, norcivilized purposes.
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