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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden

Postscript,   pp. 271-274 ff.

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Satan Came to Eden 
Baroness will be glad to see you. Then too I want you to see our 
new gate which we have just completed. It is so bright and pretty 
with the paint which we received from Chatham on the last boat." 
   Toiling up the mountain, we seemed never to reach the top. Then, 
 quite unexpectedly, we came into a clearing, and before us was 
 Paradiso. A shout, an answer, and, his troubles forgotten, he rushed 
 forward to meet his queen. Again he was the serf, happy in her 
-service, content with a glance now and then. Devotedly her slave. 
   A strange figure she presented as, with flying hair, she hurried 
 down the path to greet us. A green sweater, a very abbreviated pair 
 of shorts, and well-worn tennis shoes comprised her apparel. Her 
 hair was streaked with a broad band of white which had come in 
 a night. Wayward and imperious, she was controlled by a temper 
 which flashed into evidence upon the slightest provocation. She 
 may have had dreams of being a feudal queen, with servants, re- 
 tainers and slaves to carry out her slightest wish. Philippson, a 
 strapping fellow of pleasant manners, was her intended husband, so 
 she told us. 
   We must come into the house, she was very proud of it. If we 
 would wait Lorenz would make us some wonderful cakes. But it 
 was quite impossible for us to stay to dinner; it was getting late 
 and the trail would not be easy for us should we be overtaken by 
 darkness before we reached the beach again. They accompanied 
 us down through the wild lemon trees, and at the edge of the clear- 
 ing bade us goodbye. We started along only to be stopped by a 
 shout. Philippson had gathered the Baroness up in his arms as one 
 would a baby. She was laughing and waving to us, and as we looked 
 they turned about and hurried along, he carrying her up the trail 
 to Paradiso. Even the look of fury, yes, and of hatred which swept 
 over the face of Lorenz as he watched them stride away, did not 
 convey to us the feeling which came over him as he saw a more 
 successful suitor carry away his idol. His eyes filled with tears. Then
 his expression changed, he too smiled, and waved goodbye to us. 
 "Aufwiedersehen," he called. 
   A year passed. Rumors came at times of trouble on Floreana. 
 Then late one night my telephone rang. It was the press. Did I 

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