--It is lucky to visit
the falls to-night.--I heard the song.--What a beautiful day!
[_Sits down_]--Just look at the evening glow on that rock!
[_Smiles._] Its furrows seem like ruddy smiling lips!
HADDA PADDA [_looking up_]. Like bleeding wounds.
HERBORIST. Is the young lady in low spirits?
HADDA PADDA [_keeps silent_].
HERBORIST [_looking at the slope_]. What a host of blessed
flowers! I'll soon get my bag filled here. There are some of the
right kind among them I'm sure.
HADDA PADDA. That is a pretty bag you have.
HERBORIST. I thought it an insult to the flowers to put them in a
coarse sack, so I took my pillow case.
HADDA PADDA. Are there only flowers in it?
HERBORIST. They are healing plants.
HADDA PADDA. That's true. You heal with herbs.... You believe in
their power?
HERBORIST. I believe in a fact that cannot be doubted. And I am
quite sure that there is no disease that could not be healed by
herbs, if people knew enough about their mysteries.
HADDA PADDA. There are wounds, I suppose, that only death can
heal.
HERBORIST [looking down into the bag, she takes out an herb].
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