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New York - The Novel

New York - The Novel

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Autoren: Edward Rutherfurd
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the trades entrance, but in no time a maid in a starched cap led them through the stately main hall, across the echoing marble floor, and into a sitting room with a thick Turkish carpet, where she told them they might sit on a padded sofa.
    “Oh God, Gretchen,” whispered Mary, “will you look at this place? I wouldn’t know what to do in a house like this.”
    “You’ll be fine,” said Gretchen. “She’s very nice.”
    As if to confirm this fact, Hetty Master appeared at the door, and sat down in an armchair opposite them.
    “So you are Mary,” she said pleasantly. “And Gretchen, of course, I know very well.” She smiled. “You’ve been acquainted with each other a long time, I believe.”
    The lady of the house was wearing a pale brown silk gown. Her hair, which had a hint of red in it, was parted in the middle and neatly arranged in ringlets over her ears. She was still young, about thirty, Mary guessed. And she certainly seemed friendly. But even so, at this moment, all Mary could manage was a nervous, “Yes, ma’am.”
    Gretchen came to her aid.
    “When I first came to New York, Mrs. Master, Mary and her family were very kind to me. Mrs. O’Donnell, God rest her soul, helped me to learn English.” She turned to Mary with a smile. “There’s been hardly a day since when one of us hasn’t been in the other’s house.”
    Mrs. Master nodded with approval, and Mary marveled at her friend’s cunning. Gretchen wouldn’t set foot in the O’Donnells’ lodgings if she could help it. But since Mary was often at the Kellers’, technically the statement was true.
    “Yet you seem very different,” Mrs. Master remarked.
    More than you know, thought Mary. But amazingly, Gretchen contradicted her.
    “I’m German and Mary’s Irish,” she said, “but we both come from big farming families—my father has cousins farming in Pennsylvania—so I suppose farming families all think the same way.”
    Mary knew about the Kellers’ farming cousins. But the O’Donnells’? Sometimes, after a drink or two, her father would speak of the family landback in Ireland, though God knows whether that meant her ancestors had lived in a farmhouse or a hovel. But Gretchen made it sound so solid and respectable.
    “And your two families live near each other in Germantown?”
    “Yes,” said Gretchen. She smiled. “Mr. O’Donnell goes to my uncle for his cigars.”
    “And what does your father do?” Mrs. Master asked Mary, looking straight at her.
    “He’s a mason,” said Mary.
    “I see. Can you tell me any of the places he has worked?”
    “Well …” Mary hesitated. She didn’t want to lie. “A mason’s work takes him to different places. But I know,” she added hopefully, “that for a long time he worked on the Croton Aqueduct.”
    “He did? The Croton Aqueduct?” For some reason, Mrs. Master looked delighted. “Did he work on the bridges and the reservoirs as well?”
    “I think so, ma’am. I think he worked on all of it.”
    “I know every inch of that aqueduct,” Mrs. Master said proudly.
    What this meant Mary couldn’t imagine, but she bowed her head respectfully.
    “Perhaps you saw him there, Mrs. Master,” ventured Gretchen.
    “Well,” said Mrs. Master, more pleased than ever, “perhaps I did.” She seemed to catch herself for a moment. “Is your father connected in any way to Tammany Hall?”
    “My father? Oh no. Not at all.”
    “Good. So tell me, Mary,” she continued, “what experience have you of household duties?”
    “Since my mother died, ma’am, I have kept house for my father,” Mary answered. “I’ve had to do everything.” She saw Gretchen nodding vigorously. It’s lucky the lady can’t see the place, she thought.
    “You’re not afraid of work, then?”
    “Oh no,” said Mary, “not at all.” At least she didn’t have to think about that.
    “But”—Mrs. Master suddenly looked thoughtful—“if your father relies upon you to keep house for him now, Mary, would you not be deserting him, rather, if you came to live here?”
    Mary stared at her. Then she and Gretchen looked at each other. They hadn’t thought of that. The question was so logical, yet the truthfulanswer would demolish the entire edifice of respectability that Gretchen had just built up. Mary felt herself going pale. Whatever could she say? She couldn’t think of anything.
    But already Gretchen had turned to Mrs. Master. She was speaking quite calmly.
    “I can’t tell you this

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