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Title: The Son of His Mother

Author: Clara Viebig

Release Date: December 22, 2009 [eBook #30732]

Language: English

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THE SON OF HIS MOTHER

by

CLARA VIEBIG

Authorised Translation by H. Raahauge

London: John Lane The Bodley Head
New York: John Lane Company
Toronto: Bell & Cockburn MCMXIII

The Anchor Press, Ltd., Tiptree Essex

BOOK I

THE SON OF HIS MOTHER

CHAPTER I

The husband and wife were of a literary turn of mind, and as they
had the money to cultivate their artistic tastes he wrote a little and
she painted. They also played and sang duets together, at least they
had done so when they were first married; now they went to concerts and
the opera more frequently instead. They were liked wherever they went,
they had friends, they were called "charming people," and still
something was wanting to complete their happiness--they had no
children.

And they would probably not have any now, as they had been married
for some time, and the likelihood of children being born to them was
very remote.

No doubt he sighed and knit his brow in unguarded moments when he
sat at his desk in his office, but especially when he passed through
the villages in the Brandenburg March on the rides he took in the more
distant environs of Berlin--partly for his health, partly because he
still retained the liking for riding from the time he was in the
cavalry--and saw swarms of little flaxen-haired children romping on the
sandy roads. However, he did not let his wife perceive that he missed
something, for he loved her.

But she could not control herself in the same manner.