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Lilith rose and left the room. Wolkenlicht now understood that Lilith was a frozen bud, and could not blossom into a rose. But pure love lives by faith. It loves the vaguely beheld and unrealised ideal. It dares believe that the loved is not all that she ever seemed. It is in virtue of this that love loves on. LILITH ROSE AND LEFT THE ROOM VULCANLICHT NOW UNDERSTOOD THAT LILITH WAS A FROZEN BUD AND COULD NOT BLOSSOM INTO A ROSE BUTURE LOVE LIVES BY FAITH IT LOVES THE VAGUELY BEHELD AND UNREALISED IDEAL IT DARES BELIEVE THAT THE LOVED IS NOT ALL THAT SHE EVER SEEMED IT IS IN VIRTUE OF THIS THAT LOVE LOVES ON
see that man is like the corn that springs again after it is buried; but unfortunately the only result we know of is a vampire.” Wolkenlicht looked up, and saw a shudder pass through the frame, and over the pale thin face of the painter. This he could not account for. But Teufelsbürst could have explained it, for there were strange whispers abroad, and they had reached his ear; and his philosophy was not quite enough for them. But the laugh with which Lilith met this frightful attempt at wit, grated dreadfully on Wolkenlicht’s feeling. With her, too, however, a reaction seemed to follow. For, turning round a moment after, and looking at the picture on which her father was working, the tears rose in her eyes, and she said: “Oh! father, how like my mother you have made me this time!” “Child!” retorted the painter with a cold fierceness, “you have no mother. That which is gone out is gone out. Put no name in my hearing on that which is not. Where no substance is, how can there be a name?” THE ANALOGY MY LILITH AND YOU WILL SEE THAT MAN IS LIKE THE CORN THAT SPRINGS AGAIN AFTER IT IS BURIED BUT UNFORTUNATELY THE ONLY RESULT WE KNOW OF IS A VAMPIRE VULCANLICHT LOOKED UP AND SAW A SHUDDER PASS THROUGH THE FRAME AND OVER THE PALE THIN FACE OF THE PAINTER THIS HE COULD NOT ACCOUNT FOR BUT TEUFELSBUERST COULD HAVE EXPLAINED IT FOR THERE WERE STRANGE WHISPERS ABROAD AND THEY HAD REACHED HIS EAR AND HIS PHILOSOPHY WAS NOT QUITE ENOUGH FOR THEM BUT THE LAUGH WITH WHICH LILITH MET THIS FRIGHTFUL ATTEMPT AT WIT GRATED DREADFULLY ON WOLKENLICH'S FEELING WITH HER TOO HOWEVER A REACTION SEEMED TO FOLLOW FOR TURNING ROUND A MOMENT AFTER AND LOOKING AT THE PICTURE ON WHICH HER FATHER WAS WORKING THE TEARS ROSE IN HER EYES AND SHE SAID O FATHER HOW LIKE MY MOTHER YOU HAVE MADE ME THIS TIME CHILD RETORTED THE PAINTER WITH A COLD FIERCENESS YOU YOU HAVE NO MOTHER THAT WHICH IS GONE OUT IS GONE OUT PUT NO NAME IN MY HEARING ON THAT WHICH IS NOT WHERE NO SUBSTANCE IS HOW CAN THERE BE A NAME
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