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The room offered a strange contrast to the study. As far as handicraft, directed by a sumptuous taste, could construct a house paradise, this was one. THE ROOM OFFERED A STRANGE CONTRAST TO THE STUDY AS FAR AS HANDICRAFT DIRECTED BY A SUMPTUOUS TASTE COULD CONSTRUCT A HOUSE PARADISE THIS WAS ONE
reproduced, had vanished likewise. 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.--The power of the painter had not merely wrought for the representation of the woman of his imagination; it had had scope as well in realising her. Karl soon began to see that communication, other than of the eyes, was all but hopeless; and to any attempt in that way she seemed altogether indisposed to respond. Nor if she had wished it, would it have been safe; for as often as he glanced towards her, instead of hers, he met the blue eyes of the painter gleaming upon him like winter lightning. His tones, his gestures, his words, seemed kind: his glance and his smile refused to be disguised. The first day he dined alone in the studio, waited upon by an old woman; the next he was admitted to the family table, with Teufelsbürst and Lilith.  THE PAINTER SO CONSTANTLY REPRODUCED HAD VANISHED LIKEWISE 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 THE POWER OF THE PAINTER HAD NOT MERELY WROUGHT FOR THE REPRESENTATION OF THE WOMAN OF HIS IMAGINATION IT HAD HAD SCOPE AS WELL IN REALIZING HER KARL SOON BEGAN TO SEE THAT COMMUNICATION OTHER THAN OF THE EYES WAS ALL BUT HOPELESS AND TO ANY ATTEMPT IN THAT WAY SHE SEEMED ALTOGETHER INDISPOSED TO RESPOND NOR IF SHE HAD WISHED IT WOULD IT HAVE BEEN SAFE FOR AS OFTEN AS HE GLANCED TOWARD HER INSTEAD OF HERS HE MET THE BLUE EYES OF THE PAINTER GLEAMING UPON HIM LIKE WINTER LIGHTNING HIS TONES HIS GESTURES HIS WORDS SEEMED KIND HIS GLANCE AND HIS SMILE REFUSED TO BE DISGUISED THE FIRST DAY HE DINED ALONE IN THE STUDIO WAITED UPON BY AN OLD WOMAN THE NEXT HE WAS ADMITTED TO THE FAMILY TABLE WITH TEUFELSBUERST AND LILITH
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