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  • It seems she has completely forgotten the contract, my slavehood. Or was it
  • actually only stubbornness? And she gave up her whole plan as soon as I no
  • longer opposed her and submitted to her imperial whim?
  • How kind she is to me, how tender, how loving! We are spending marvellously
  • happy days.
  • To-day she had me read to her the scene between Faust and Mephistopheles, in
  • which the latter appears as a wandering scholar. Her glance hung on me with
  • strange pleasure.
  • "I don't understand," she said when I had finished, "how a man who can read
  • such great and beautiful thoughts with such expression, and interpret them so
  • clearly, concisely, and intelligently, can at the same time be such a
  • visionary and supersensual ninny as you are."
  • "Were you pleased," said I, and kissed her forehead.
  • She gently stroked my brow. "I love you, Severin," she whispered. "I don't
  • believe I could ever love any one more than you. Let us be sensible, what do
  • you say?"
  • Instead of replying I folded her in my arms; a deep inward, yet vaguely sad
  • happiness filled my breast, my eyes grew moist, and a tear fell upon her hand.
  • "How can you cry!" she exclaimed, "you are a child!"