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The master could see that his pupil was more at ease, and that he was making rapid progress in his art. This did not suit his designs, and he would betake himself to his further schemes. THE MASTER COULD SEE THAT HIS PUPIL WAS MORE AT EASE AND THAT HE WAS MAKING RAPID PROGRESS IN HIS ART THIS DID NOT SUIT HIS DESIGNS AND HE WOULD BETAKE HIMSELF TO HIS FURTHER SCHEMES
 is, how can there be a name?” Lilith rose and left the room. Wolkenlicht now understood that Lilith was a frozen bud, and could not blossom into a rose. But pure love lives by faith. It loves the vaguely beheld and unrealised ideal. It dares believe that the loved is not all that she ever seemed. It is in virtue of this that love loves on. And it was in virtue of this, that Wolkenlicht loved Lilith yet more after he discovered what a grave of misery her unbelief was digging for her within her own soul. For her sake he would bear anything--bear even with calmness the torments of his own love; he would stay on, hoping and hoping.--The text, that we know not what a day may bring forth, is just as true of good things as of evil things; and out of Time’s womb the facts must come. But with the birth of this resolution to endure, his suffering abated; his face grew more calm; his love, no less earnest, was less imperious; and he did not look up so often from his work when Lilith was present. HICH IS NOT WHERE NO SUBSTANCE IS HOW CAN THERE BE A NAME LILITH ROSE AND LEFT THE ROOM VULCANLICHT NOW UNDERSTOOD THAT LILITH WAS A FROZEN BUD AND COULD NOT BLOSSOM INTO A ROSE BUTURE LOVE LIVES BY FAITH IT LOVES THE VAGUELY BEHELD AND UNREALISED IDEAL IT DARES BELIEVE THAT THE LOVED IS NOT ALL THAT SHE EVER SEEMED IT IS IN VIRTUE OF THIS THAT LOVE LOVES ON AND IT WAS IN VIRTUE OF THIS THAT VULKEMICHT LOVED LILITH YET MORE AFTER HE DISCOVERED WHAT A GRAVE OF MISERY HER UNBELIEF WAS DIGGING FOR HER WITHIN HER OWN SOUL FOR HER SAKE HE WOULD BEAR ANY THING BEAR EVEN WITH CALMNESS THE TORMENTS OF HIS OWN LOVE HE WOULD STAY ON HOPING AND HOPING THE TEXT THAT WE KNOW NOT WHAT A DAY MAY BRING FORTH IS JUST AS TRUE OF GOOD THINGS AS OF EVIL THINGS AND OUT OF TIME'S WOMB THE FACTS MUST COME BUT WITH THE BIRTH OF THIS RESOLUTION TO ENDURE HIS SUFFERING ABATED HIS FACE GREW MORE CALM HIS LOVE NO LESS EARNEST WAS LESS IMPERIOUS AND HE DID NOT LOOK UP SO OFTEN FROM HIS WORK WHEN LILITH WAS PRESENT
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