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The fact that he was not a native of Prague, but coming from a distant part of the country, was entirely his own master in the city, rendered this condition perfectly easy to fulfil; and that very afternoon he entered the studio of Teufelsbürst as his scholar and servant. THE FACT THAT HE WAS NOT A NATIVE OF PRAGUE BUT COMING FROM A DISTANT PART OF THE COUNTRY WAS ENTIRELY HIS OWN MASTER IN THE CITY RENDERED THIS CONDITION PERFECTLY EASY TO FULFIL AND THAT VERY AFTERNOON HE ENTERED THE STUDIO OF TEUFELSBUERST AS HIS SCHOLAR AND SERVANT
. Then he might see her, and that was all his ambition. In the clear morning light of a day in autumn, when the leaves were beginning to fall seared from the hand of that Death which has his dance in the chapels of nature as well as in the cathedral aisles of men--he walked up and knocked at the dingy door. The spider painter opened it himself. He was a little man, meagre and pallid, with those faded blue eyes, a low nose in three distinct divisions, and thin, curveless, cruel lips. He wore no hair on his face; but long grey locks, long as a woman’s, were scattered over his shoulders, and hung down on his breast. When Wolkenlicht had explained his errand, he smiled a smile in which hypocrisy could not hide the cunning, and, after many difficulties, consented to receive him as a pupil, on condition that he would become an inmate of his house. Wolkenlicht’s heart bounded with delight, which he tried to hide: the second smile of Teufelsbürst might have shown him that he had ill succeeded. CH IS THE HANDMAIDEN OF ART THEN HE MIGHT SEE HER AND THAT WAS ALL HIS AMBITION IN THE CLEAR MORNING LIGHT OF A DAY IN AUTUMN WHEN THE LEAVES WERE BEGINNING TO FALL SEARED FROM THE HAND OF THAT DEATH WHICH HAS HIS DANCE IN THE CHAPELS OF NATURE AS WELL AS IN THE CATHEDRAL AISLES OF MEN HE WALKED UP AND KNOCKED AT THE DINGY DOOR THE SPIDER PAINTER OPENED IT HIMSELF HE WAS A LITTLE MAN MEAGRE AND PALLID WITH THOSE FADED BLUE EYES A LOW NOSE AND THREE DISTINCT DIVISIONS AND THIN CURVELESS CRUEL LIPS HE WORE NO HAIR ON HIS FACE BUT LONG GRAY LOCKS LONG AS A WOMAN'S WERE SCATTERED OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND HUNG DOWN ON HIS BREAST WHEN WOLKENLICHT HAD EXPLAINED HIS ERRAND HE SMILED A SMILE IN WHICH HYPOCRISY COULD NOT HIDE THE CUNNING AND AFTER MANY DIFFICULTIES CONSENTED TO RECEIVE HIM AS A PUPIL ON CONDITION THAT HE WOULD BECOME AN INMATE OF HIS HOUSE WOLKENLICH'S HEART BOUNDED WITH DELIGHT WHICH HE TRIED TO HIDE THE SECOND SMILE OF TEUFELSBUERST MIGHT HAVE SHOWN HIM THAT HE HAD ILL SUCCEEDED
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