today. Goldmund racted; er released han usual.

    No one sayard.  t o ter and faster;  t cubble fields, s overgroting pine forest, and once again brownish.

    On tlined against tte, sitting rotting horse.

    ourned to arget, to tiful, fleeing woman. Soon ch her.

    turn o look at ly casually, srotted ao  t from the chase.

    quot;Lydia!quot; ly.

    there was no answer.

    quot;Lydia!quot;

    S.

    quot;iful t o cance, your railing after you like a golden flasning. t iful! o flee from me. ts tle. I didnt knoed until last nig o flee from me suddenly, I understood. You must be tired, my beauty, my love, lets dismount.quot;

    ion to keep e face looked do ed o tears. Carefully eps, made  doed grass, and knelt beside , fig bravely and overcame them.

    quot;O; so speak. Ster the words.

    quot;Am I so bad?quot;

    quot;You are a seducer of  me forget to me; t  does not become you to speak to me t  us forget t! But o forget to see last nig;

    quot;Last nig  nig;

    quot;Oop pretending, dont lie like t! It  able! Before me, under my eyes! And no ser me. You really dont know w s;

    Goldmund ted ting upid of  silent.

    by  iful and un oo, felt t to be deplored. But in spite of all sill saw love in han he believed her words.

    But sed an ans  fortook on an even more bitter expression. S  tearfully and repeated: quot;;

    quot;Forgive me,quot; ;ere talking about t s be talked about. It is my fault, forgive