Dame Care by Hermann Sudermann — Read

At the first streak of dawn a sad procession went across the autumnal / heath, on the way to Helenenthal. Two miserable wagons crept slowly, one / behind the other. In them was found room for all that remained of the / Haidehof.

In the first wagon, wrapped in blankets among the straw, lay the master, / terribly burned, unconscious. The pale, trembling woman who anxiously / bent over him was the playfellow of his youth.