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For one day, after the father and daughter had become a little more accustomed to his silent presence, a conversation began between them, which went on until he saw that Teufelsbürst believed in nothing except his art. FOR ONE DAY AFTER THE FATHER AND DAUGHTER HAD BECOME A LITTLE MORE ACCUSTOMED TO HIS SILENT PRESENCE A CONVERSATION BEGAN BETWEEN THEM WHICH WENT ON UNTIL HE SAW THAT TEUFELSBUERST BELIEVED IN NOTHING EXCEPT HIS ART
now walked lonely without her love. In the evenings, he was expected to continue his drawing by lamplight; and at night he was conducted by Teufelsbürst to his chamber. Not once did he allow him to proceed thither alone, and not once did he leave him there without locking and bolting the door on the outside. But he felt nothing except the coldness of Lilith. Day after day she sat to her father, in every variety of costume that could best show the variety of her beauty. How much greater that beauty might be, if it ever blossomed into a beauty of soul, Wolkenlicht never imagined; for he soon loved her enough to attribute to her all the possibilities of her face as actual possessions of her being. To account for everything that seemed to contradict this perfection, his brain was prolific in inventions; till he was compelled at last to see that she was in the condition of a rose-bud, which, on the point of blossoming, had been chilled into a changeless bud by the cold of an untimely frost. AN WINTRY COLD SHE NOW WALKED LONELY WITHOUT HER LOVE IN THE EVENINGS HE WAS EXPECTED TO CONTINUE HIS DRAWING BY LAMPLIGHT AND AT NIGHT HE WAS CONDUCTED BY TEUFELSBUERST TO HIS CHAMBER NOT ONCE DID HE ALLOW HIM TO PROCEED THITHER ALONE AND NOT ONCE DID HE LEAVE HIM THERE WITHOUT LOCKING AND BOLTING THE DOOR ON THE OUTSIDE BUT HE FELT NOTHING EXCEPT THE COLDNESS OF LILITH DAY AFTER DAY SHE SAT TO HER FATHER IN EVERY VARIETY OF COSTUME THAT COULD BEST SHOW THE VARIETY OF HER BEAUTY HOW MUCH GREATER THAT BEAUTY MIGHT BE IF IT EVER BLOSSOMED INTO A BEAUTY OF SOUL WOLKENLICHT NEVER IMAGINED FOR HE SOON LOVED HER ENOUGH TO ATTRIBUTE TO HER ALL THE POSSIBILITIES OF HER FACE AS ACTUAL POSSESSIONS OF HER BEING TO ACCOUNT FOR EVERYTHING THAT SEEMED TO CONTRADICT THIS PERFECTION HIS BRAIN WAS PROLIFIC IN INVENTIONS TILL HE WAS COMPELLED AT LAST TO SEE THAT SHE WAS IN THE CONDITION OF A ROSEBUD WHICH ON THE POINT OF BLOSSOMING HAD BEEN CHILLED INTO A CHANGELESS BUD BY THE COLD OF AN UNTIMELY FROST
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