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At length she lifted her head, and seeing the night around her, gave a little broken cry of dismay. The minutes had swept over her head, not through her mind, and she did not know that the dark had come. AT LENGTH SHE LIFTED HER HEAD AND SEEING THE NIGHT AROUND HER GAVE A LITTLE BROKEN CRY OF DISMAY THE MINUTES HAD SWEPT OVER HER HEAD NOT THROUGH HER MIND AND SHE DID NOT KNOW THAT THE DARK HAD COME
in her hands, and apparently weeping bitterly. Karl was in the shadow of the porch, and could see her perfectly, without much danger of being discovered by her; so he sat and watched her. She raised her head for a moment, and the rose-flush of the west fell over it, shining on the tears with which it was wet, and giving the whole a bloom which did not belong to it, for it was always pale, and now pale as death. It was indeed the face of Lilith, the most celebrated beauty of Prague. Again she buried her face in her hands; and Karl sat with a strange feeling of helplessness, which grew as he sat; and the longing to help her whom he could not help, drew his heart towards her with a trembling reverence which was quite new to him. She wept on. The western roses withered slowly away, and the clouds blended with the sky, and the stars gathered like drops of glory sinking through the vault of night, and the trees about the churchyard grew black, and Lilith almost vanished in the wide darkness. SAT WITH HER FACE BURIED IN HER HANDS AND APPARENTLY WEEPING BITTERLY KARL WAS IN THE SHADOW OF THE PORCH AND COULD SEE HER PERFECTLY WITHOUT MUCH DANGER OF BEING DISCOVERED BY HER SO HE SAT AND WATCHED HER SHE RAISED HER HEAD FOR A MOMENT AND THE ROSE FLUSH OF THE WEST FELL OVER IT SHINING ON THE TEARS WITH WHICH IT WAS WET AND GIVING THE WHOLE A BLOOM WHICH DID NOT BELONG TO IT FOR IT WAS ALWAYS PALE AND NOW PALE AS DEATH IT WAS INDEED THE FACE OF LILITH THE MOST CELEBRATED BEAUTY OF PRAGUE AGAIN SHE BURIED HER FACE IN HER HANDS AND KARL SAT WITH A STRANGE FEELING OF HELPLESSNESS WHICH GREW AS HE SAT AND THE LONGING TO HELP HER WHOM HE COULD NOT HELP DREW HIS HEART TOWARDS HER WITH A TREMBLING REVERENCE WHICH WAS QUITE NEW TO HIM SHE WEPT ON THE WESTERN ROSES WITHERED SLOWLY AWAY AND THE CLOUDS BLENDED WITH THE SKY AND THE STARS GATHERED LIKE DROPS OF GLORY SINKING THROUGH THE VAULT OF NIGHT AND THE TREES ABOUT THE CHURCHYARD GREW BLACK AND LILITH ALMOST VANISHED IN THE WIDE DARKNESS
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