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Yes. He would be a painter. Teufelsbürst would receive him as a humble apprentice. He would grind his colours, and Teufelsbürst would teach him the mysteries of the science which is the handmaiden of art. Then he might see her, and that was all his ambition. YES HE WOULD BE A PAINTER TEUFELSBUERST WOULD RECEIVE HIM AS A HUMBLE APPRENTICE HE WOULD GRIND HIS COLORS AND TEUFELSBUERST WOULD TEACH HIM THE MYSTERIES OF THE SCIENCE WHICH IS THE HANDMAIDEN OF ART THEN HE MIGHT SEE HER AND THAT WAS ALL HIS AMBITION
n in love, as far as the mere imagination can fall in love. But again, how was he to see her? He haunted the house night after night. Those blue eyes never met his. No step responsive to his came from that door. It seemed to have been so long unopened that it had grown as fixed and hard as the stones that held its bolts in their passive clasp. He dared not watch in the daytime, and with all his watching at night, he never saw father or daughter or domestic cross the threshold. Little he thought that, from a shot-window near the door, a pair of blue eyes, like Lilith’s, but paler and colder, were watching him just as a spider watches the fly that is likely ere long to fall into his toils. And into those toils Karl soon fell. For her form darkened the page; her form stood on the threshold of sleep; and when, overcome with watching, he did enter its precincts, her form entered with him, and walked by his side. He must find her; or the world might go to the bottomless pit for him. But how? PUTED HEARTLESSNESS HAD FALLEN IN LOVE AS FAR AS THE MERE IMAGINATION CAN FALL IN LOVE BUT AGAIN HOW WAS HE TO SEE HER HE HAUNTED THE HOUSE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT THOSE BLUE EYES NEVER MET HIS NO STEP RESPONSIVE TO HIS CAME FROM THAT DOOR IT SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN SO LONG UNOPENED THAT IT HAD GROWN AS FIXED AND HARD AS THE STONES THAT HELD ITS BOLTS IN THEIR PASSIVE CLASP HE DARED NOT WATCH IN THE DAYTIME AND WITH ALL HIS WATCHING AT NIGHT HE NEVER SAW FATHER OR DAUGHTER OR DOMESTIC CROSS THE THRESHOLD LITTLE HE THOUGHT THAT FROM A SHOP WINDOW NEAR THE DOOR A PAIL OF BLUE EYES LIKE LILITHS BUT PALER AND COLDER WERE WATCHING HIM JUST AS A SPIDER WATCHES THE FLY THAT IS LIKELY ERE LONG TO FALL INTO HIS TOILS AND INTO THOSE TOILS KARL SOON FELL FOR HER FORM DARKENED THE PAGE HER FORM STOOD ON THE THRESHOLD OF SLEEP AND WHEN OVERCOME WITH WATCHING HE DID ENTER ITS PRECINCTS HER FORM ENTERED WITH HIM AND WALKED BY HIS SIDE HE MUST FIND HER OR THE WORLD MIGHT GO TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT FOR HIM BUT HOW
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