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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 WAS A LITTLE MAN MEAGRE AND PALLID WITH THOSE FADED BLUE EYES A LOW NOSE AND THREE DISTINCT DIVISIONS AND THIN CURVELESS CRUEL LIPS
blue eyes, like Lilith’s, but paler and colder, were watching him just as a spider watches the fly that is likely ere long to fall into his toils. And into those toils Karl soon fell. For her form darkened the page; her form stood on the threshold of sleep; and when, overcome with watching, he did enter its precincts, her form entered with him, and walked by his side. He must find her; or the world might go to the bottomless pit for him. But how? Yes. He would be a painter. Teufelsbürst would receive him as a humble apprentice. He would grind his colours, and Teufelsbürst would teach him the mysteries of the science which 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. W NEAR THE DOOR A PAIL OF BLUE EYES LIKE LILITHS BUT PALER AND COLDER WERE WATCHING HIM JUST AS A SPIDER WATCHES THE FLY THAT IS LIKELY ERE LONG TO FALL INTO HIS TOILS AND INTO THOSE TOILS KARL SOON FELL FOR HER FORM DARKENED THE PAGE HER FORM STOOD ON THE THRESHOLD OF SLEEP AND WHEN OVERCOME WITH WATCHING HE DID ENTER ITS PRECINCTS HER FORM ENTERED WITH HIM AND WALKED BY HIS SIDE HE MUST FIND HER OR THE WORLD MIGHT GO TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT FOR HIM BUT HOW YES HE WOULD BE A PAINTER TEUFELSBUERST WOULD RECEIVE HIM AS A HUMBLE APPRENTICE HE WOULD GRIND HIS COLORS AND TEUFELSBUERST WOULD TEACH HIM THE MYSTERIES OF THE SCIENCE WHICH 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
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