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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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MARIE GRUBBE


CHAPTER I



The air beneath the linden crowns had flown in across
brown heath and parched meadow. It brought the heat
of the sun and was laden with dust from the road, but in
the cool, thick foliage it had been cleansed and freshened,
while the yellow linden flowers had given it moisture and
fragrance. In the blissful haven of the green vault it lay
quivering in light waves, caressed by the softly stirring leaves
and the flutter of white-gold butterfly wings.

The human lips that breathed this air were full and fresh;
the bosom it swelled was young and slight. The bosom was
slight, and the foot was slight, the waist small, the shape
slim, and there was a certain lean strength about the whole
figure. Nothing was luxuriant except the partly loosened
hair of dull gold, from which the little dark blue cap had
slipped until it hung on her back like a tiny cowl.
Otherwise there was no suggestion of the convent in her dress.
A wide, square-cut collar was turned down over a frock
of lavender homespun, and from its short, slashed sleeves
billowed ruffles of fine holland. A bow of red ribbon was on
her breast, and her shoes had red rosettes.

Her hands behind her back, her head bent forward, she
went slowly up the path, picking her steps daintily. She
did not walk in a straight line, but meandered, sometimes
almost running into a tree at her left, then again seeming
on the point of strolling out among the bushes to her right.
Now and then, she would stop, shake the hair from her
cheeks, and look up to the light. The softened glow gave
her child-white face a faint golden sheen and made the blue

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