Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

indeed, she had, but mahler was too proud and overcome to confirm it. and yet, nanny knew already. oh, but she did not know the half of it, did she? he asked himself in an inner tone low with despair. if this good-hearted creature saw his weakness, she would not think well of him.
and their names, burned indelibly into his mind, though mahler dared not utter them. "my vife was marigold," the musiker murmured in spite of himself, for he had come to a place where he allowed himself to say hers. "she fell ill first, and then our daughter." a muscle played in his cheek; how had he come to begin such a tale to a stranger?