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(1912) [MARC] Author: August Strindberg Translator: Ellie Schleussner
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104 THE CONFESSION OF A FOOL
"It’s not right of him to leave his wife alone with a
young man and shut himself up with a girl. ..."
•’You’re right, it’s an insult to me. . . . But your
manners! . .
."
"Never mind my manners! It’s hateful! I shall
despise you if you won’t be more jealous of your dignity.
. . . What are those two doing?
’"
"He’s interested in Matilda’s ball dress!" she
answered, with an innocent face and a fleeting smile.
" What do you want me to do? "
"A man doesn’t assist a woman at her toilet unless
there are certain relations between them."
" She is a child, he says, and looks upon him as a
father."
’ ’
I should never allow any children to play ’
papa and
mamma,’ much less grown-up people."
The Baroness rose, went out of the room and returned
with her husband.
We spent the rest of the evening in making experi-
ments with animal magnetism. I made a few passes over
her forehead, and she acknowledged that it calmed her
nerves. But all of a sudden, just as she was going into a
trance, she shook herself, started to her feet, and looked
at me with troubled e5’es.
"Let me go! " she exclaimed; "I won’t! You are
bewitching me !
"
"It’s your turn now to try your magnetic powers," I
said, and I submitted to the same treatment to which
I had subjected her.
I sat with half-closed eyes ; there was deep silence on
the other side of the piano ; my glances strayed to the legs
and the lyre-shaped pedal of the instrument and . . .
I thought I must be dreaming, and sprang up from my
chair. At the same moment the Baron appeared from
behind the piano and offered me a glass of punch.

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