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It was the very face of the unheeding angel whom, as often as he lifted his eyes higher than hers, he saw on the wall above her, playing on a psaltery in the smoke of the torment ascending for ever from burning Babylon. IT WAS THE VERY FACE OF THE UNHEEDING ANGEL WHOM AS OFTEN AS HE LIFTED HIS EYES HIGHER THAN HERS HE SAW ON THE WALL ABOVE HER PLAYING ON A PSALTERY IN THE SMOKE OF THE TORMENT ASCENDING FOR EVER FROM BURNING BABYLON
ch he did not consider that he had yet sufficient experience. He would hold the very heart of the youth in his hand, and wring it and torture it to his own content. And lest Karl should be strong enough to prevent those expressions of pain for which he lay on the watch, he would make use of further means, known to himself, and known to few besides. All that day Karl saw nothing of Lilith; but he heard her voice once--and that was enough for one day. The next, she was sitting to her father the greater part of the day, and he could see her as often as he dared glance up from his drawing. She had looked at him when she entered, but had shown no sign of recognition; and all day long she took no further notice of him. He hoped, at first, that this came of the intelligence of love; but he soon began to doubt it. For he saw that, with the holy shadow of sorrow, all that distinguished the expression of her countenance from that which the painter so constantly reproduced, had vanished likewise. N THE OBSERVATION OF WHICH HE DID NOT CONSIDER THAT HE HAD YET SUFFICIENT EXPERIENCE HE WOULD HOLD THE VERY HEART OF THE YOUTH IN HIS HAND AND WRING IT AND TORTURE IT TO HIS OWN CONTENT AND LEST KARL SHOULD BE STRONG ENOUGH TO PREVENT THOSE EXPRESSIONS OF PAIN FOR WHICH HE LAY ON THE WATCH HE WOULD MAKE USE OF FURTHER MEANS KNOWN TO HIMSELF AND KNOWN TO FEW BESIDES ALL THAT DAY KARL SAW NOTHING OF LILITH BUT HE HEARD HER VOICE ONCE AND THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY THE NEXT SHE WAS SITTING TO HER FATHER THE GREATER PART OF THE DAY AND HE COULD SEE HER AS OFTEN AS HE DARED GLANCE UP FROM HIS DRAWING SHE HAD LOOKED AT HIM WHEN SHE ENTERED BUT HAD SHOWN NO SIGN OF RECOGNITION AND ALL DAY LONG SHE TOOK NO FURTHER NOTICE OF HIM HE HOPED AT FIRST THAT THIS CAME OF THE INTELLIGENCE OF LOVE BUT HE SOON BEGAN TO DOUBT IT FOR HE SAW THAT WITH THE HOLY SHADOW OF SORROW ALL THAT DISTINGUISHED THE EXPRESSION OF HER COUNTENANCE FROM THAT WHICH THE PAINTER SO CONSTANTLY REPRODUCED HAD VANISHED LIKEWISE
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