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good friends, and my mother-in-law is glad that
she has someone to help her in educating the
little one. In the evening I accompany her going
to bed, and hear her prayers. She is a Catholic,
and when she bids me pray and make the sign of
the cross, I remain silent, for I am a Protestant.
September 2nd.—Everything is in confusion.
My mother-in-law’s mother, who lives not far
from here on the bank of the stream, intends to
have an expulsion order made out against me.
She wants me to go at once, and threatens if
I disobey to disinherit her daughter. My
mother-in-law’s sister, a good woman, who is
separated from her husband, invites me to stay
with her in the neighbouring village till the
storm has blown over. She comes herself to
fetch me. From the top of a hill about a mile
off, one looks into a circular valley, like the
crater of a volcano, out of which rise many
smaller hills covered with pines. In the middle
of this crater lies the village with its church,
and above, on a precipitous height, a castle built
in the mediæval style; between, lie fields and
meadows watered by a stream which rushes into
a ravine below the castle.
This peculiar and unique landscape makes a
strange impression on me, and the thought arises:
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