A strange stillness has stolen over me here.

Whether I owe it to illness or to the atmosphere that pervades this house, I can't tell, but how long will it last?
My soul used to be like the sea, when the hissing waves plunge into black gulfs, the seagulls scream, and the fishermen's wives pray on the shore.

Now the sea is calm.

Don't be too much frightened, if it begins to rage again." At these words Maria clasped the excited girl's hands, saying beseechingly: "Be quiet, be quiet, Henrica.

You must think only of your recovery now.
And shall I confess something?
I believe everything hard can be more easily borne, if we can cast it impatiently forth like the sea of which you speak; with me one thing is piled on another and remains lying there, as if buried under the sand." "Until the hurricane comes, that sweeps it away.