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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. 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
t the dark had come. Hearing her cry, Karl rose and approached her. She heard his footsteps, and started to her feet. Karl spoke-- “Do not be frightened,” he said. “Let me see you home. I will walk behind you.” “Who are you?” she rejoined. “Karl Wolkenlicht.” “I have heard of you. Thank you. I can go home alone.” Yet, as if in a half-dreamy, half-unconscious mood, she accepted his offered hand to lead her through the graves, and allowed him to walk beside her, till, reaching the corner of a narrow street, she suddenly bade him good-night and 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. EAD NOT THROUGH HER MIND AND SHE DID NOT KNOW THAT THE DARK HAD COME HEARING HER CRY KARL ROSE AND APPROACHED HER SHE HEARD HIS FOOTSTEPS AND STARTED TO HER FEET KARL SPOKE DO NOT BE FRIGHTENED HE SAID LET ME SEE YOU HOME I WILL WALK BEHIND YOU WHO ARE YOU SHE REJOINED KARL WOLKENLICHT I HAVE HEARD OF YOU THANK YOU I CAN GO HOME ALONE YET AS IF IN A HALF DREAMY HALF UNCONSCIOUS MOOD SHE ACCEPTED HIS OFFERED HAND TO LEAD HER THROUGH THE GRAVES AND ALLOWED HIM TO WALK BESIDE HER TILL REACHING THE CORNER OF A NARROW STREET SHE SUDDENLY BADE HIM GOOD NIGHT AND 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
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