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Then Karl knew that he might speak to him of Lilith; and he spoke, and was heard with a smile. But he did not dare to tell him the truth of the vampire story till one day that Teufelsbürst was lying on the floor of a room in Karl's ancestral castle, half smothered in grandchildren; when the only answer it drew from the old man was a kind of shuddering laugh and the words "Don't speak of it, Karl, my boy!" THEN KARL KNEW THAT HE MIGHT SPEAK TO HIM OF LILITH AND HE SPOKE AND WAS HEARD WITH A SMILE BUT HE DID NOT DARE TO TELL THE TRUTH OF THE VAMPIRE STORY TILL ONE DAY THAT TEUFELSBUERST WAS LYING ON THE FLOOR OF A ROOM IN KARL'S ANCESTRAL CASTLE HALF SMOTHERED IN GRANDCHILDREN WHEN THE ONLY ANSWER IT DREW FROM THE OLD MAN WAS A KIND OF SHUDDERING LAUGH AND THE WORDS DON'T SPEAK OF IT KARL MY BOY
or hours without doing anything, apparently plunged in meditation.--Several weeks elapsed without any change, and both Lilith and Karl were getting dreadfully anxious about him. Karl paid him every attention; and the old man, for he now looked much older than before, submitted to receive his services as well as those of Lilith. At length, one morning, he said in a slow thoughtful tone-- “Karl Wolkenlicht, I should like to paint you.” “Certainly, sir,” answered Karl, jumping up, “where would you like me to sit?” So the ice of silence and inactivity was broken, and the painter drew and painted; and the spring of his art flowed once more; and he made a beautiful portrait of Karl--a portrait without evil or suffering. And as soon as he had finished Karl, he began once more to paint Lilith; and when he had painted her, he composed a picture for the very purpose of introducing them together; and in this picture there was neither ugliness nor torture, but human feeling and human hope instead. H HAD BEEN SO ABSORBED HE WOULD SIT FOR HOURS WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING APPARENTLY PLUNGED IN MEDITATION SEVERAL WEEKS ELAPSED WITHOUT ANY CHANGE AND BOTH LILITH AND KARL WERE GETTING DREADFULLY ANXIOUS ABOUT HIM KARL PAID HIM EVERY ATTENTION AND THE OLD MAN FOR HE NOW LOOKED MUCH OLDER THAN BEFORE SUBMITTED TO RECEIVE HIS SERVICES AS WELL AS THOSE OF LILITH AT LENGTH ONE MORNING HE SAID IN A SLOW THOUGHTFUL TONE KARL WOLKENLICHT I SHOULD LIKE TO PAINT YOU CERTAINLY SIR ANSWERED KARL JUMPING UP WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SIT SO THE ICE OF SILENCE AND INACTIVITY WAS BROKEN AND THE PAINTER DREW AND PAINTED AND THE SPRING OF HIS ART FLOWED ONCE MORE AND HE MADE A BEAUTIFUL PORTRAIT OF KARL A PORTRAIT WITHOUT EVIL OR SUFFERING AND AS SOON AS HE HAD FINISHED KARL HE BEGAN ONCE MORE TO PAINT LILITH AND WHEN HE HAD PAINTED HER HE COMPOSED A PICTURE FOR THE VERY PURPOSE OF INTRODUCING THEM TOGETHER AND IN THIS PICTURE THERE WAS NEITHER UGLINESS NOR TORTURE BUT HUMAN FEELING AND HUMAN HOPE INSTEAD
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