Green Henry

Now we stood upon the brow of the hill which shimmered in the splendour of the setting sun; the glorified figure, light as down, of the young girl floated before my eyes, and near her I thought I saw the smiling countenance of the Almighty, the friend and protector of the landscape painter, as in my conversation today with the schoolmaster, I had claimed Him to be. When she was saying goodbye, Anna blushed deeper still in the light of the setting sun as she held out her hand to me, last of all. We barely touched fingertips, and addressed each other politely as ‘Sie’; but the boys laughed at us, and the girls gravely requested that we should say ‘Du’ to one another, for nothing else was tolerated among the young people in the country.

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