The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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‘Very well,’ said Gemma. ‘If you, as a friend, advise me to change my<br />
decision – that is, not to change my former decision – I will think it over.’<br />
Not knowing what she was doing, she began to tip the cherries back<br />
from the plate into the basket… . ‘Mamma hopes that I will mind what<br />
you say. Well … perhaps I really will mind what you say.’<br />
‘But excuse me, Fräulein Gemma, I should like first to know what reason<br />
impelled you … ’<br />
‘I will mind what you say,’ Gemma repeated, her face right up to her<br />
brows was working, her cheeks were white, she was biting her lower lip.<br />
‘You have done so much for me, that I am bound to do as you wish;<br />
bound to carry out your wishes. I will tell mamma … I will think again.<br />
Here she is, by the way, coming here.’<br />
Frau Lenore did in fact appear in the doorway leading from the house<br />
to the garden. She was in an agony of impatience; she could not keep<br />
still. According to her calculations, Sanin must long ago have finished all<br />
he had to say to Gemma, though his conversation with her had not lasted<br />
a quarter of an hour.<br />
‘No, no, no, for God’s sake, don’t tell her anything yet,’ Sanin articulated<br />
hurriedly, almost in alarm. ‘Wait a little … I will tell you, I will<br />
write to you … and till then don’t decide on anything … wait!’<br />
He pressed Gemma’s hand, jumped up from the seat, and to Frau<br />
Lenore’s great amazement, rushed past her, and raising his hat, muttered<br />
something unintelligible – and vanished.<br />
She went up to her daughter.<br />
‘Tell me, please, Gemma… ’<br />
<strong>The</strong> latter suddenly got up and hugged her. ‘Dear mamma, can you<br />
wait a little, a tiny bit … till to-morrow? Can you? And till to-morrow<br />
not a word?… Ah!… ’<br />
She burst into sudden happy tears, incomprehensible to herself. This<br />
surprised Frau Lenore, the more as the expression of Gemma’s face was<br />
far from sorrowful, – rather joyful in fact.<br />
‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘You never cry and here, all at once … ’<br />
‘Nothing, mamma, never mind! you only wait. We must both wait a<br />
little. Don’t ask me anything till to-morrow – and let us sort the cherries<br />
before the sun has set.’<br />
‘But you will be reasonable?’<br />
‘Oh, I’m very reasonable!’ Gemma shook her head significantly. She<br />
began to make up little bunches of cherries, holding them high above her<br />
flushed face. She did not wipe away her tears; they had dried of<br />
themselves.<br />
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