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Karl was in the shadow of the porch, and could see her perfectly, without much danger of being discovered by her; so he sat and watched her. She raised her head for a moment, and the rose flush of the west fell over it, shining on the tears with which it was wet, and giving the whole a bloom which did not belong to it, for it was always pale, and now pale as death. It was indeed the face of Lilith, the most celebrated beauty of Prague. KARL WAS IN THE SHADOW OF THE PORCH AND COULD SEE HER PERFECTLY WITHOUT MUCH DANGER OF BEING DISCOVERED BY HER SO HE SAT AND WATCHED HER SHE RAISED HER HEAD FOR A MOMENT AND THE ROSE FLUSH OF THE WEST FELL OVER IT SHINING ON THE TEARS WITH WHICH IT WAS WET AND GIVING THE WHOLE A BLOOM WHICH DID NOT BELONG TO IT FOR IT WAS ALWAYS PALE AND NOW PALE AS DEATH IT WAS INDEED THE FACE OF LILITH THE MOST CELEBRATED BEAUTY OF PRAGUE
ined Lottchen, with a comic crescendo; to which the other replied with a laugh. “No one could miss knowing her,” said Heinrich. “Is she so very like, then?” “It is always herself, her very self.” A fresh flask of wine, turning out to be not up to the mark, brought the current of conversation against itself; not much to the dissatisfaction of Lottchen, who had already resolved to be in the churchyard of St. Stephen’s at sun-down the following day, in the hope that he too might be favoured with a vision of Lilith. This resolution he carried out. Seated in a porch of the church, not knowing in what direction to look for the apparition he hoped to see, and desirous as well of not seeming to be on the watch for one, he was gazing at the fallen rose-leaves of the sunset, withering away upon the sky; when, glancing aside by an involuntary movement, he saw a woman seated upon a new-made grave, not many yards from where he sat, with her face buried in her hands, and apparently weeping bitterly. LL YOU NOT GO TO THE DEVIL REJOINED LOTTCHEN WITH A COMIC CRESCENDO TO WHICH THE OTHER REPLIED WITH A LAUGH NO ONE COULD MISS KNOWING HER SAID HEINRICH IS SHE SO VERY LIKE THEN IT IS ALWAYS HERSELF HER VERY SELF A FRESH FLASK OF WINE TURNING OUT TO BE NOT UP TO THE MARK BROUGHT THE CURRENT OF THE CONVERSATION AGAINST ITSELF NOT MUCH TO THE DISSATISFACTION OF LUXEN WHO HAD ALREADY RESOLVED TO BE IN THE CHURCHYARD OF SAINT STEPHEN'S AT SUNDOWN THE FOLLOWING DAY IN THE HOPE THAT HE TOO MIGHT BE FAVOURED WITH A VISION OF LILITH THIS RESOLUTION HE CARRIED OUT SEATED IN A PORCH OF THE CHURCH NOT KNOWING IN WHAT DIRECTION TO LOOK FOR THE APPARITION HE HOPED TO SEE AND DESIROUS AS WELL OF NOT SEEMING TO BE ON THE WATCH FOR ONE HE WAS GAZING AT THE FALLEN ROSE LEAVES OF THE SUNSET WITHERING AWAY UPON THE SKY WHEN GLANCING ASIDE BY AN INVOLUNTARY MOVEMENT HE SAW A WOMAN SEATED UPON A NEW MADE GRAVE NOT MANY YARDS FROM WHERE HE SAT WITH HER FACE BURIED IN HER HANDS AND APPARENTLY WEEPING BITTERLY
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