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at six o’clock came the inquirythe soldiers: had anything been seenbachmann?fr ulein hesse answered, pleasedbe playin le:“no, i’ve not seen him since sunday have you, emilie?”“no, i haven’t seen him,” said emilie, and her awkwardness was construeesse, stimulated, asked questions, and played her part.“buthasn’t killed sergeant huber?” she criedconsternation.
“no.fell intoit gave hiad shock, and smashed his footthe sideth’s i’ad look-out for bachmann.”
emilie, implicated and captive, stood looking on.she waslonger free, working with all this regulated system which she could not understand and which was almost god likas put outhe washer room, she waslonger the faithfulservice serving with religious surety.
her situation was intolerablvening long the burden was upon her, she couldchildren mustfed and puaron and baroness were going out, she must give them ligh man servant was ingto supper after returning withall the while she had the insupportable feelingbeing outthe order, self-responsible, controlher life should e from those above her, and she should move within that control.
but now she was outit, uncontrolledthan that, the man, the lover, bachmann, who was he, what was he?he aloneall men contained for her the unknown quantity which terrified her beyond he, she had wanted hima distant sweetheart, not close, like this, casting her outher world.
when the baron and baroness had departed, and the young manservant had gone outenjoy himself, she went upstairad wakened up, and sat dimlyththe openheard the soldiers, his rades, singing the sentimental songsthe nightfall, the dronethe concertina risingacpaniment.
“wenn ichmei... nem kinde geh’…in seinem au... g die mutter seh’....”buthimself was removed frohe sentimental cryyoung, unsatisfied desirethe soldiers’ singing perated his blood and stirredlet his head hang;had bee gradually roused:andwaitedconcentration,another world.
the moment she entered the room where the man sat alone, waiting intensely, the thrill passed through her, she diedterror, and after the death, a great flame gushed up, obliteratin sattrousers and shirtthe sideth lookedas she came in, and she shrank fromcould not bear it.yet she entered nearhim.
“do you want anythingeat?” she said.“yes,”answered, andshe stoodthe twilightthe room with him,could only hear his heart bea saw her apron just level withstood silent, a little distance off,if she wouldtheresuffered.
asipell she waited, standing motionless and looming there,sat rather crouchingthe sideth willhim was powerfuldrew gradually nearerhim, ingslowly,i heart beaas goingmove.
asshe came quite close, almost invisiblylifted his arms and put them round her waist, drawing her with his willburied his face into her apron, into the terrible softnesshewalamepassion intense abouand memory were gonea whole, furious flamepassion.
shewas quit hands leapt, fluttered, and closed over his head, pressingdeeper into her belly, vibratingshe did so.and his arms tightenedher, his hands spread over her loins, warmflamehe was intense anguishbliss for her, and she lost consciousness.
when she recovered, she lay translatedthe peacas what she had hadinkling of, never known could be.she was strong with eternawas there wit withinstinctreverence and gratitude, her arms tighteneda little embrace upon him who held her thoroughly embraced.
andwas restored and pleted, closittle, twitching, momentary claspacknowledgment that she gave himher satisfaction, roused his prid loved each other, and allloved him,had taken her, she was given twas givenher, and they were one, plete.
warm, witlowtheir hearts and faces, they rose again, modest, but transfigured with happiness.“i will get you somethingeat,” she said, andjoy and securityservice again, she left him, makinurious little homagatthe sidethe bed, escaped, liberated, wondering, and happy.
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