. The monk and the hangman's daughter. s JBaualJtet. infant, failed to support my body. The brotherscarried me into the garden. With what gratitudeI again looked upward into the blue of the sky !How rapturously I gazed upon the white peaksof the mountains and the black forests on theirslojoes ! Every blade of grass seemed to me ofspecial interest^ and I greeted each passing insectas if it were an old acquaintance. My eyes wander to tlie south, where the Gal-genberg is, and I think unceasingly of the poorchild of the hangman. What has become of her ?Has she survived her terrible experience in t
. The monk and the hangman's daughter. s JBaualJtet. infant, failed to support my body. The brotherscarried me into the garden. With what gratitudeI again looked upward into the blue of the sky !How rapturously I gazed upon the white peaksof the mountains and the black forests on theirslojoes ! Every blade of grass seemed to me ofspecial interest^ and I greeted each passing insectas if it were an old acquaintance. My eyes wander to tlie south, where the Gal-genberg is, and I think unceasingly of the poorchild of the hangman. What has become of her ?Has she survived her terrible experience in thepublic square ? What is she doing ? Oh, that Iwere strong enough to walk to the Galgenberg !But I am not permitted to leave the monastery,and there is none of whom I dare ask her friars look at me strangely; it is as if theyno longer regarded me as one of them. Why isthis so ? I love them, and desire to live in har-mony with them. They are kind and gentle, yetthey seem to avoid me as much as they does it all mean ?. JSoeii the joi/vus yuulh was silent now. XIX.
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