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This resolution he carried out. Seated in a porch of the church, not knowing in what direction to look for the apparition he hoped to see, and desirous as well of not seeming to be on the watch for one, he was gazing at the fallen rose leaves of the sunset, withering away upon the sky; when, glancing aside by an involuntary movement, he saw a woman seated upon a new made grave, not many yards from where he sat, with her face buried in her hands, and apparently weeping bitterly. THIS RESOLUTION HE CARRIED OUT SEATED IN A PORCH OF THE CHURCH NOT KNOWING IN WHAT DIRECTION TO LOOK FOR THE APPARITION HE HOPED TO SEE AND DESIROUS AS WELL OF NOT SEEMING TO BE ON THE WATCH FOR ONE HE WAS GAZING AT THE FALLEN ROSE LEAVES OF THE SUNSET WITHERING AWAY UPON THE SKY WHEN GLANCING ASIDE BY AN INVOLUNTARY MOVEMENT HE SAW A WOMAN SEATED UPON A NEW MADE GRAVE NOT MANY YARDS FROM WHERE HE SAT WITH HER FACE BURIED IN HER HANDS AND APPARENTLY WEEPING BITTERLY
 the woman buried there last Thursday week. I knew it was Lilith.” “Her mother dead!” said Lottchen, musingly. Then he thought with himself--“She will be going there again, then!” But he took care that this ghost-thought should wander unembodied. “But how did you know her, Heinrich? You never saw her before.” “How do you come to be over head and ears in love with her, Lottchen, and you haven’t seen her at all?” interposed Richter. “Will you or will you not go to the devil?” rejoined Lottchen, with a comic crescendo; to which the other replied with a laugh. “No one could miss knowing her,” said Heinrich. “Is she so very like, then?” “It is always herself, her very self.” A fresh flask of wine, turning out to be not up to the mark, brought the current of conversation against itself; not much to the dissatisfaction of Lottchen, who had already resolved to be in the churchyard of St. Stephen’s at sun-down the following day, in the hope that he too might be favoured with a vision of Lilith. ABOUT HER HE SAID HE SUPPOSED SHE WAS THE DAUGHTER OF THE WOMAN BURIED THERE LAST THURSDAY WEEK I KNEW IT WAS LILITH HER MOTHER DEAD SAID LOTTCHEN MUSINGLY THEN HE THOUGHT WITH HIMSELF SHE WILL BE GOING THERE AGAIN THEN BUT HE TOOK CARE THAT THIS GHOST THOUGHT SHOULD WANDER UNEMBODIED BUT HOW DID YOU KNOW HER HEINRICH YOU NEVER SAW HER BEFORE HOW DO YOU COME TO BE HEAD AND EARS IN LOVE WITH HER LUTCHEON AND YOU HAVEN'T SEEN HER AT ALL INTERPOSED VICTOR WILL YOU OR WILL YOU NOT GO TO THE DEVIL REJOINED LOTTCHEN WITH A COMIC CRESCENDO TO WHICH THE OTHER REPLIED WITH A LAUGH NO ONE COULD MISS KNOWING HER SAID HEINRICH IS SHE SO VERY LIKE THEN IT IS ALWAYS HERSELF HER VERY SELF A FRESH FLASK OF WINE TURNING OUT TO BE NOT UP TO THE MARK BROUGHT THE CURRENT OF THE CONVERSATION AGAINST ITSELF NOT MUCH TO THE DISSATISFACTION OF LUXEN WHO HAD ALREADY RESOLVED TO BE IN THE CHURCHYARD OF SAINT STEPHEN'S AT SUNDOWN THE FOLLOWING DAY IN THE HOPE THAT HE TOO MIGHT BE FAVOURED WITH A VISION OF LILITH
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