The Opposite House: A Novel — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Opposite Ffouse. 25 deal of the world. She had roamed hither and thither, dancing, laughing and rejoicing like the butterfly which sips the honey from every blossom. So she had come to D and accepted an en- Sasement at the court theatre. “Only for a few weeks,” as she said, to comfort herself while passing through the quiet German city, imagining that she should die of exnuz ; but the result was quite dif- FELT: Heloise was amused by the universal idolatry be- stowed upon her, and laughingly accepted the proofs of admiration ; all were equally a matter of indifference to her, as well as the suitors for her favor, with the exception of one for whose coming she waited as the pilgrim in the desert watches for the drops of water ; whose words made her happy as no other sound had ever done, yet who was only a plain young mill-owner, with neither lofty name nor position, though to her a god—omnipotent over mer teart. She loved, perhaps for the first time! Traugott Gerrald, handsome and full of life, was the first per- son who had fettered her coy heart, who had laughed and sung with her, and then so basely and suddenly deserted her for the sake of an old dead woman— his mother. The bewitching dancer lay on the divan, half concealed by the waving paim-leaves, nestling Comicbookks C@ 5}