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the coming-home 347
You dread every step. What will come next ?
You are so agitated, that should you hear that a
single one of the old beggar-women has died during
your absence you would feel like weeping.
No, one did not know that it was so wonderful to
come home.
You came out of the prison a few weeks ago, and
the prison torpor has clung to you. You hardly
knew if you cared to go home. The beloved one
was dead ; it was too dreadful to come home and
tear up one’s regret out of the grave. So you
wandered listlessly about and let the days go by.
At length you took courage. You must go home to
your poor mother.
But no sooner there, before you feel that you have
longed for every stone, for every blade of grass.
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Ever since he entered the shop Donna Elisa has
been thinking: " Now I will speak to him of Micaela.
Perhaps he does not even know yet that she is living.
But then she puts it off minute after minute. It
is not only because she wishes to have him a while
alone by herself. It is also because as soon as she
mentions Micaela’s name, he will fall into woes of
love and misery. For Micaela does not wish to
marry him at all, that she has told Donna Elisa a
thousand times. She wished to deliver him out of
prison, but she does not wish to be the wife of an
unbeliever.
Donna Elisa wants to have him all by herself only
half an hour, only half an hour.
But for so long a time she will certainly not be
allowed to sit with his hand in hers, asking him thou-
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