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The thing down there would not lie quiet  at least its phantom in the cellars of their imagination would not. As much as possible, however, they avoided alarming Lilith, who, knowing all they knew, was as silent as they. But her mind was in a strange state of excitement, partly from the presence of a new sense of love, the pleasure of which all the atmosphere of grief into which it grew could not totally quench. It comforted her somehow, as a child may comfort when his father is away. THE THING DOWN THERE WOULD NOT LIE QUIET AT LEAST ITS PHANTOM IN THE CELLARS OF THEIR IMAGINATION WOULD NOT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE HOWEVER THEY AVOIDED ALARMING LILITH WHO KNOWING ALL THEY KNEW WAS AS SILENT AS THEY BUT HER MIND WAS IN A STRANGE STATE OF EXCITEMENT PARTLY FROM THE PRESENCE OF A NEW SENSE OF LOVE THE PLEASURE OF WHICH ALL THE ATMOSPHERE OF GRIEF INTO WHICH IT GREW COULD NOT TOTALLY QUENCH IT COMFORTED HER SOMEHOW AS A CHILD MAY COMFORT WHEN HIS FATHER IS AWAY
oment what it meant; but not a word was uttered about the matter, and the name of Karl Wolkenlicht seemed to be entirely forgotten. But how could the affairs of a house go on all the same when every one of the household knew that a dead body lay in the cellar?--nay more, that, although it lay still and dead enough all day, it would come half alive at nightfall, and, turning the whole house into a sepulchre by its presence, go creeping about like a cat all over it in the dark--perhaps with phosphorescent eyes? So it was not surprising that the painter abandoned his studio early, and that the three found themselves together in the gorgeous room formerly described, as soon as twilight began to fall. Already Teufelsbürst had begun to experience a kind of shrinking from the horrid faces in his own pictures, and to feel disgusted at the abortions of his own mind. But all that he and the old woman now felt was an increasing fear as the night drew on, a kind of sickening and paralysing terror. IRS SHE KNEW IN A MOMENT WHAT IT MEANT BUT NOT A WORD WAS UTTERED ABOUT THE MATTER AND THE NAME OF KARL WOLKENLICHT SEEMED TO BE ENTIRELY FORGOTTEN BUT HOW COULD THE AFFAIRS OF A HOUSE GO ON ALL THE SAME WHEN EVERY ONE OF THE HOUSEHOLD KNEW THAT A DEAD BODY LAY IN THE CELLAR NAY MORE THAT ALTHOUGH IT LAY STILL AND DEAD ENOUGH ALL DAY IT WOULD COME HALF ALIVE AT NIGHTFALL AND TURNING THE WHOLE HOUSE INTO A SEPULCHRE BY ITS PRESENCE GO CREEPING ABOUT LIKE A CAT ALL OVER IT IN THE DARK PERHAPS WITH PHOSPHORESCENT EYES SO IT WAS NOT SURPRISING THAT THE PAINTER ABANDONED HIS STUDIO EARLY AND THAT THE THREE FOUND THEMSELVES TOGETHER IN THE GORGEOUS ROOM FORMERLY DESCRIBED AS SOON AS TWILIGHT BEGAN TO FALL ALREADY TEUFELSBUERST HAD BEGUN TO EXPERIENCE A KIND OF SHRINKING FROM THE HORRID FACES IN HIS OWN PICTURES AND TO FEEL DISGUSTED AT THE ABORTIONS OF HIS OWN MIND BUT ALL THAT HE AND THE OLD WOMAN NOW FELT WAS AN INCREASING FEAR AS THE NIGHT DREW ON A KIND OF SICKENING AND PARALYZING TERROR
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