The Review

She wanted to stand there, close beside him, while he drank his wine. A little silence followed. Then he took a book out of his pocket, and Sabina went back to her sewing.Sitting there in the corner, she listened to the sound of the leaves being turned and the loud ticking of the clock that hung over the gilt mirror. She wanted to look at him again-there was a something about him, in his deep voice, even in the way his clothes fitted. From the room above she heard the heavy, dragging sound of Frau Lehmann's footsteps, and again the old thoughts worried Sabina. If she herself should one day look like that-feel like that! Yet it would be very sweet to have a little baby to dress and jump up and down. Reading this chapter, I was most impressed by this paragraph. The author wrote about Sabina thinking about life and death before, and here she wrote about the feeling of Sabina‘s heartbeat, so that Sabina had a deeper understanding of life and death.