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It was thus   Her father was a painter. Belonging thus to the public, it had taken the liberty of re naming him. IT WAS THUS HER FATHER WAS A PAINTER BELONGING THUS TO THE PUBLIC IT HAD TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF RENAMING HIM
h 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. 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. How then could she be the most celebrated beauty of Prague? How then was it that Heinrich Höllenrachen knew her the moment he saw her? Above all, how was it that Karl Wolkenlicht had, in fact, fallen in love with her before ever he saw her? ERED 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 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 HOW THEN COULD SHE BE THE MOST CELEBRATED BEAUTY OF PRAGUE HOW THEN WAS IT THAT HEINRICH HOLLENRACHEN KNEW HER THE MOMENT HE SAW HER ABOVE ALL HOW WAS IT THAT KARL WOLKENLICHT HAD IN FACT FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HER BEFORE HE EVER SAW HER
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