I know that I do not look it;
still, I am. With one touch of my wand--this oak staff--I can bring you
all these things you have dreamed about."
"But what would I do with carriages and jewels? I am only a goose-girl,
and I am to be married."
"To that young rascal of a vintner?"
"He is not a rascal!" loyally.
"It will take but little to make him one," with an odd grimness.
Gretchen did not understand.
He resumed, "how would you like a little palace, with servants at your
beck and call, with carriages to ride in, with silks and velvets to
wear, and jewels to adorn your hair? How would you like these things?
Eh? Never again to worry about your hands, never again to know the
weariness of toil, to be mistress of swans instead of geese?"
A shadow fell upon Gretchen's face; the eagerness died out of her eyes.
"I do not understand you, Herr. By what right should I possess these
things?"
"By the supreme right of beauty, beauty alone."
"Would it be--honest?"
For the first time he lowered his eyes. The clear crystal spirit in hers
embarrassed him.
"Come, let us go for your clock," he said, rising. "I am an old fool. I
forgot that one talks like this only to opera-dancers."
Then Gretchen understood. "I am all alone," she said; "I have had to
fight my battles with these two hands.
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