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Hearing her cry, 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." HEARING HER CRY 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
ead 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. 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. CHED 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 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
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