And shall I tell you something?
To spoil her game, I should be capable, in spite of all the life preservers in the world, of binding Schorlin to me in good earnest." "Do not!" pleaded Els, raising her clasped hands beseechingly, and added, as if in explanation: "For the noble Boemund Altrosen's sake, do not." "To promise that, my darling, is beyond my power," replied Cordula coolly, "because I myself do not know what I may do or leave undone tomorrow or the day after.

I am like a beech leaf on the stream.

Let us see where the current will carry it.

It is certain," and she looked at her bandaged hands, "that my greatest beauty, my round arms, are disfigured.

Scars adorn a man; on a woman they are ugly and repulsive.
At a dance they can be hidden under tight sleeves, but how hot that would be in the 'Schwabeln' and 'Rai'! So I had better keep away from these foolish gaieties in future.