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.