The Opposite House: A Novel — page 66: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite Flouse. 61 fan the brow caressingly, banishing all dark thoughts and fancies. Marie had leaned back in the carriage and, with eyes half closed, was dreaming amid all this splen- dor of another happiness, far brighter and more divine, whose radiant sun is called Love, and which hides behind many 2 cloud gathered by grief and longing. Verja could not keep quiet. Her whole nature rebelled against meditation, and to be wholly alone with one’s own thoughts appeared to her the most tiresome occupation possible for a human being. Even now her dark eyes were roving eagerly over the broad plains, sometimes kindling with sudden interest, sometiraes resting wearily on the green tree-tops. Opening and closing her elegant fan excitedly, she half turned back in her seat, saying: “Tt’s too bad; half-past three already, and noth- ing in sight. Jonas, walk the horses. Oh, Marie, I should be frantic, miserable, if he did not come. I have a plan for introducing Brand into society at court, spite of his plebeian birth. I’ve so set my heart upon it and arranged everything so cleverly, nothing would induce me to give itup. Dear me! No, it isn’t he!’ She angrily averted her head. “T almost mistook a market-wagon for the clever Brand.” Comicbookk<s C@© S|