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Show 110 "Hilde, come home," I urged her. "Your feet are bare and your shift is soaked. You'll get sick!" "Not now, Geist, not now," she replied pleasantly. "I cannot get sick, I'll never be sick again, I feel so well and strong." She resumed her singing as Gerhardt inclined his ear so that it was nearly touching her mouth. "Hilde, come on." I took her hand and tried to pull her away. "Oh no, Geist, this song has sixteen more verses and I must sing all of them because Gerhardt has never heard it until now. After that I will come home, I promise." "Aren't you cold?" I was shivering although I was more fully clothed than any of them. "Not at all. I used to be cold once before, but now I am delightful." There was nothing I could do but wait until she had finished singing, all sixteen verses. |
