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A shudder passed through her as she thought of what her father, who lost no opportunity of furthering his all but perfect acquaintance with the human form and structure, might be about with the figure which she knew lay dead beneath that velvet pall, but which had arisen to haunt the hollow caves and cells of her living brain. A SHUDDER PASSED THROUGH HER AS SHE THOUGHT OF WHAT HER FATHER WHO LOST NO OPPORTUNITY OF FURTHERING HIS ALL BUT PERFECT ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE HUMAN FORM AND STRUCTURE MIGHT BE ABOUT WITH A FIGURE WHICH SHE KNEW LAY DEAD BENEATH THAT VELVET PALL BUT WHICH HAD RISEN TO HAUNT THE HOLLOW CAVES AND CELLS OF HER LIVING BRAIN
derers, frozen by the eternal frosts, no longer thinking beings, but thoughts wandering through the brain of the “Melancholy Mass?” Back with the thought came the face of the dead Karl, and the maiden threw herself on her bed in a flood of bitter tears. She could have loved him if he had only lived: she did love him, for he was dead. But even in the midst of the remorse that followed--for had she not killed him?--life seemed a less hard and hopeless thing than before. For it is love itself and not its responses or results that is the soul of life and its pleasures. Two hours passed ere she could again show herself to her father, from whom she seemed in some new way divided by the new feeling in which he did not, and could not share. But at last, lest he should seek her, and finding her, should suspect her thoughts, she descended and sought him.--For there is a maidenliness in sorrow, that wraps her garments close around her.--But he was not to be seen; the door of the study was locked. DY EVEN TO THE POOR UNHOUSED WANDERERS FROZEN BY THE ETERNAL FROSTS NO LONGER THINKING BEINGS BUT THOUGHTS WANDERING THROUGH THE BRAIN OF THE MELANCHOLY MASS BACK WITH A THOUGHT CAME THE FACE OF THE DEAD KARL AND THE MAIDEN THREW HERSELF ON HER BED IN A FLOOD OF BITTER TEARS SHE COULD HAVE LOVED HIM IF HE HAD ONLY LIVED SHE DID LOVE HIM FOR HE WAS DEAD BUT EVEN IN THE MIDST OF THE REMORSE THAT FOLLOWED FOR HAD NOT SHE KILLED HIM LIFE SEEMED A LESS HARD AND HOPELESS THING THAN BEFORE FOR IT IS LOVE ITSELF AND NOT ITS RESPONSES OR RESULTS THAT IS THE SOUL OF LIFE AND ITS PLEASURES TWO HOURS PASSED ERE SHE COULD AGAIN SHOW HERSELF TO HER FATHER FROM WHOM SHE SEEMED IN SOME NEW WAY DIVIDED BY THE NEW FEELING IN WHICH HE DID NOT AND COULD NOT SHARE BUT AT LAST LEST HE SHOULD SEEK HER AND FINDING HER SHOULD SUSPECT HER THOUGHTS SHE DESCENDED AND SOUGHT HIM FOR THERE IS A MAIDENLINESS IN SORROW THAT WRAPS HER GARMENTS CLOSE AROUND HER BUT HE WAS NOT TO BE SEEN THE DOOR OF THE STUDY WAS LOCKED
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