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It was a name with which, to judge from the nature of his representations, he could hardly fail to be pleased. For, not as a nightmare dream, which may alternate with the loveliest visions, but as his ordinary everyday work, he delighted to represent human suffering. IT WAS A NAME WITH WHICH TO JUDGE FROM THE NATURE OF HIS REPRESENTATIONS HE COULD HARDLY FAIL TO BE PLEASED FOR NOT AS A NIGHTMARE DREAM WHICH MAY ALTERNATE WITH THE LOVELIEST VISIONS BUT AS HIS ORDINARY EVERY DAY WORK HE DELIGHTED TO REPRESENT HUMAN SUFFERING
not to follow her, so he returned her good-night and went home. How to see her again was his first thought the next day; as, in fact, how to see her at all had been his first thought for many days. She went nowhere that ever he heard of; she knew nobody that he knew; she was never seen at church, or at market; never seen in the street. Her home had a dreary, desolate aspect. It looked as if no one ever went out or in. It was like a place on which decay had fallen because there was no indwelling spirit. The mud of years was baked upon its door, and no faces looked out of its dusty windows. How then could she be the most celebrated beauty of Prague? How then was it that Heinrich Höllenrachen knew her the moment he saw her? Above all, how was it that Karl Wolkenlicht had, in fact, fallen in love with her before ever he saw her? It was thus-- Her father was a painter. Belonging thus to the public, it had taken the liberty of re-naming him. Every one called him Teufelsbürst, or Devilsbrush. VANISHED HE THOUGHT IT BETTER NOT TO FOLLOW HER SO HE RETURNED HER GOOD NIGHT AND WENT HOME HOW TO SEE HER AGAIN WAS HIS FIRST THOUGHT THE NEXT DAY AS IN FACT HOW TO SEE HER AT ALL HAD BEEN HIS FIRST THOUGHT FOR MANY DAYS SHE WENT NOWHERE THAT EVER HE HEARD OF SHE KNEW NOBODY THAT HE KNEW SHE WAS NEVER SEEN AT CHURCH OR AT MARKET NEVER SEEN IN THE STREET HER HOME HAD A DREARY DESOLATE ASPECT IT LOOKED AS IF NO ONE EVER WENT OUT OR IN IT WAS LIKE A PLACE ON WHICH DECAY HAD FALLEN BECAUSE THERE WAS NO INDWELLING SPIRIT THE MUD OF YEARS WAS BAKED UPON ITS DOOR AND NO FACES LOOKED OUT OF ITS DUSTY WINDOWS HOW THEN COULD SHE BE THE MOST CELEBRATED BEAUTY OF PRAGUE HOW THEN WAS IT THAT HEINRICH HOLLENRACHEN KNEW HER THE MOMENT HE SAW HER ABOVE ALL HOW WAS IT THAT KARL WOLKENLICHT HAD IN FACT FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HER BEFORE HE EVER SAW HER IT WAS THUS HER FATHER WAS A PAINTER BELONGING THUS TO THE PUBLIC IT HAD TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF RENAMING HIM EVERY ONE CALLED HIM TEUFELSBUERST OR DEVILSBRUSH
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