I had the same thought, too. I want to sell my house an' my land! Maybe one could find contentment somewhere else.
BERND
[In unspeakable astonishment.] You want to sell your house an' your land, August? How do all these strange things come about all of a sudden! It's enough … A body might be tempted to make the sign o' the cross, even though we're not Catholics.—Has the whole world gone mad? Or is the Day o' Judgment at hand? Or maybe, 'tis but my last hour that has come. Now answer me, August, how is it? As you hope for a life to come, how is it?
AUGUST
However it is, father Bernd, I won't desert her.
BERND
You can do about that as you please. That don't concern me! I don't want to know if a man'd like a wench o' that kind in his house or not. Not me! I'm not that kind of a man. Well now …?
AUGUST
I can't say nothin' more than this—somethin' must ha' happened to her!
Whether 'twas with Flamm or with Streckmann….