[A Word Only A Word Complete by Georg Ebers]@TWC D-Link bookA Word Only A Word Complete CHAPTER IV 14/15
He was the only one of all his playfellows, who was permitted to cross this threshold, and he felt it as a distinction, for, in spite of his youth, he realized that the quiet doctor, who knew everything that existed in heaven and on earth, and yet was as mild and gentle as a child, stood far, far above the miserable drudges, who struggled with sinewy hands for mere existence on the Richtberg.
He expected everything from him, and Ruth also seemed a very unusual creature, a delicate work of art, with whom he, and he only, was allowed to play. It might have happened, that when irritated he would upbraid her with being a wretched Jewess, but it would scarcely have surprised him, if she had suddenly stood before his eyes as a princess or a phoenix. When the Richtberg lay close beneath them, Ruth sat down on a stone, placing her flowers in her lap.
Ulrich threw his in too, and, as the bouquet grew, she held it towards him, and he thought it very pretty; but she said, sighing: "I wish roses grew in the forest; not common hedge-roses, but like those in Portugal--full, red, and with the real perfume.
There is nothing that smells sweeter." So it always was with the pair.
Ruth far outstripped Ulrich in her desires and wants, thus luring him to follow her. "A rose!" repeated Ulrich.
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