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The mud of years was baked upon its door, and no faces looked out of its dusty windows. How then could she be the most celebrated beauty of Prague? How then was it that Heinrich Höllenrachen knew her the moment he saw her? THE MUD OF YEARS WAS BAKED UPON ITS DOOR AND NO FACES LOOKED OUT OF ITS DUSTY WINDOWS HOW THEN COULD SHE BE THE MOST CELEBRATED BEAUTY OF PRAGUE HOW THEN WAS IT THAT HEINRICH HOLLENRACHEN KNEW HER THE MOMENT HE SAW HER
steps, and started to her feet. Karl spoke-- “Do not be frightened,” he said. “Let me see you home. I will walk behind you.” “Who are you?” she rejoined. “Karl Wolkenlicht.” “I have heard of you. Thank you. I can go home alone.” Yet, as if in a half-dreamy, half-unconscious mood, she accepted his offered hand to lead her through the graves, and allowed him to walk beside her, till, reaching the corner of a narrow street, she suddenly bade him good-night and vanished. He thought it better not to follow her, so he returned her good-night and went home. How to see her again was his first thought the next day; as, in fact, how to see her at all had been his first thought for many days. She went nowhere that ever he heard of; she knew nobody that he knew; she was never seen at church, or at market; never seen in the street. Her home had a dreary, desolate aspect. It looked as if no one ever went out or in. It was like a place on which decay had fallen because there was no indwelling spirit. KARL ROSE AND APPROACHED HER SHE HEARD HIS FOOTSTEPS AND STARTED TO HER FEET KARL SPOKE DO NOT BE FRIGHTENED HE SAID LET ME SEE YOU HOME I WILL WALK BEHIND YOU WHO ARE YOU SHE REJOINED KARL WOLKENLICHT I HAVE HEARD OF YOU THANK YOU I CAN GO HOME ALONE YET AS IF IN A HALF DREAMY HALF UNCONSCIOUS MOOD SHE ACCEPTED HIS OFFERED HAND TO LEAD HER THROUGH THE GRAVES AND ALLOWED HIM TO WALK BESIDE HER TILL REACHING THE CORNER OF A NARROW STREET SHE SUDDENLY BADE HIM GOOD NIGHT AND VANISHED HE THOUGHT IT BETTER NOT TO FOLLOW HER SO HE RETURNED HER GOOD NIGHT AND WENT HOME HOW TO SEE HER AGAIN WAS HIS FIRST THOUGHT THE NEXT DAY AS IN FACT HOW TO SEE HER AT ALL HAD BEEN HIS FIRST THOUGHT FOR MANY DAYS SHE WENT NOWHERE THAT EVER HE HEARD OF SHE KNEW NOBODY THAT HE KNEW SHE WAS NEVER SEEN AT CHURCH OR AT MARKET NEVER SEEN IN THE STREET HER HOME HAD A DREARY DESOLATE ASPECT IT LOOKED AS IF NO ONE EVER WENT OUT OR IN IT WAS LIKE A PLACE ON WHICH DECAY HAD FALLEN BECAUSE THERE WAS NO INDWELLING SPIRIT
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