The Opposite House: A Novel — page 147: what you’re looking at

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142 The Opposite ffouse. for life. That hour has now come, and I, too, hold my talisman before your eyes. Do you know this, Gerrald?” She raised her hand with savage exul- tation ; the moonlight shone upon a dull gold case and a rose-wood cross. ‘ Do you know it, Gerrald? The white flower which your Gretchen probably wore in her hair? Without this blossom you will be a miserable, perjured man. And now rejoice, demon of vengeance—now I condemn you!” Traugott had started up, with a sudden cry of alarm, but she had already flung the jewel far out into the lake. The water dashed upward, then all was still. “Now look for it, my friend!” she said, with a scornful laugh. ‘I am avenged, and my mission is accomplished. Give your love to your baroness. I now stand before you for the last time. You treated me harshly, inflicted bitter pain, but my dagger deals incurable wounds. Live on, and remember me!” Slipping past him with the speed of thought, she rushed back along the path, flitting noiselessly through the moonlight in her glittering dress like a spirit of evil. Traugott stood rigid and motionless as a statue. A soft hand was laid on his shoulder, and he looked up with a startled glance. “Marie!” fell in tremulous accents from his lips. “« Marie?” iar — Comiclbooolk<s