THE HIGH SEA
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watched Father Garza's formal gestures as he murmured in a low
voice ....
She stole glances now and then at the Spaniards; they were
peculiarly repellant to her, how could any one call such people beau–
tiful? The sight of dear Dr. Sacher, the good and wise man, was com–
forting to her. She felt she knew him well, ah, he was the kind of
man she understood. A tender and sunny memory of her honeymoon
at Salzburg rose like a little picture in her mind- Her new and
wonderful husband with her in their first room together at the White
Horse Inn at St. Wolfgang's; the small white steamer coming in from
around the lake, and every one going down to the wharf no larger
than a platform, to meet it as if it came from across the sea . . .
and the little gilded globes dancing on the fountain at Hellbrun....
Ah, those Spaniards with their harsh faces and hating eyes, if they
had seen the white marble statue of the Empress Elizabeth at Hell–
brun, they would understand what beauty. is. . . . This was a sad
voyage, her last in the world, maybe, and what a pity most of the
people were so unpleasant. She believed so deeply that human beings
wished only to be quiet and happy, each
in
his own way, but there
was a spirit of evil in them, they could not leave one another in peace.
One man's desire must crowd out another's, one must always take his
own good at another's expense. Or so it seemed. God forgive us all.
