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"'I say, Lottchen, said one of his fellow-students, called Richter, across the table in a wine-cellar they were in the habit of frequenting, 'do you know, Heinrich Hoellenrachen here says that he saw this morning, with mortal eyes, whom do you think? Lilith. "'Adam's first wife? asked Lottchen, with an attempt at carelessness, while his face flushed like a maiden's.
He then left everything else as nearly undisturbed as he could; and, knowing all the ways of the house, was soon in the street, without leaving any signs of his exit. "Karl soon found himself before the house in which his friend Hoellenrachen resided. Knowing his studious habits, he had hoped to see his light still burning, nor was he disappointed.
"She was near enough for even me to see her perfectly." "When? Where? How?" asked Lottchen. "Two hours ago. In the churchyard of St. Stephen's. By a lucky chance. Any more little questions, my child?" answered Hoellenrachen. "What could have taken her there, who is seen nowhere?" said Richter. "She was seated on a grave. After she left, I went to the place; but it was a new-made grave.
"So he took a bottle from his pocket, and after they had had a glass apiece, he dropped a third in blots all over the plaster. Being red wine, it had the effect Hoellenrachen desired. "'When they visit it next, they will know that the vampire can find the food he prefers, said he. "In a corner close by the plaster, they found the clothes Karl had worn.
"I say, Lottchen," said one of his fellow-students, called Richter, across the table in a wine-cellar they were in the habit of frequenting, "do you know, Heinrich Hoellenrachen here says that he saw this morning, with mortal eyes, whom do you think? Lilith." "Adam's first wife?" asked Lottchen, with an attempt at carelessness, while his face flushed like a maiden's.
'She was near enough for even me to see her perfectly. "'When? Where? How? asked Lottchen. "'Two hours ago. In the churchyard of St. Stephen's. By a lucky chance. Any more little questions, my child? answered Hoellenrachen. "'What could have taken her there, who is seen nowhere? said Richter. "She was seated on a grave. After she left, I went to the place; but it was a new-made grave.
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 Hoellenrachen knew her the moment he saw her?
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 Hoellenrachen knew her the moment he saw her?
He then left everything else as nearly undisturbed as he could; and, knowing all the ways of the house, was soon in the street, without leaving any signs of his exit. Karl soon found himself before the house in which his friend Hoellenrachen resided. Knowing his studious habits, he had hoped to see his light still burning, nor was he disappointed.
So he took a bottle from his pocket, and after they had had a glass apiece, he dropped a third in blots all over the plaster. Being red wine, it had the effect Hoellenrachen desired. "When they visit it next, they will know that the vampire can find the food he prefers," said he. In a corner close by the plaster, they found the clothes Karl had worn.
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