Rather, and savagely, he descended into
hell.
Herbloom took him back to the early days of his
courtship, and made him feelwondrous kind.
Afterwards came the exquisitepleasure of
correction.
Andthe fine inborn gaiety of her nature declined
from day to day.
And Mocs turned the palms of his hands outwards,
toexpress his inner dearth.
And then, aggrieved and bewildered: What is it you
want?
In fancy the Professor tasted the good things that
laybefore him. Not till late in the daywas his search crowned.
The third, on the other hand, held out his lookand
paid it back in kind.
Thosethat fell like smitten doves, only to flutter
up again a second later.
Arped laid a fatherly hand on his
shoulder.
Fat-face strolled back to him, wearing a thin,
malicious smile. Thosethat fell like smitten doves, only to flutter up again a
second later.
And then, aggrieved and bewildered: What is it you
want?
Angry, incredulous, he hadfought like one possessed
to recapture the flow: in vain. So he had now to contenthimself with sniffing. She
had never seriously reflected on life orlifes meaning. The girl sniffed
apologetically, drawing her knuckles across her mouth.
She had a dry throaty voice that grated on his car.
His mole-like absorption; his inflatedself-importance; his pitiable worthlessness as
a human being.
Looking very wan in her new black dress, Elsa sat
and moped and fretted. Upon which, the eyes of brother and sister metin a wordless
flash.
Till, all at once, the biter was bit, the fisher
tangled in his own net. For a year past,she had had at her side some one to parley
with, to manage, to whip up.
Till, all at once, the biter was bit, the fisher
tangled in his own net.
For, towards the unborn child, her brothers
child,Annemaries heart was already tender. He was stilljealous as a girl of his
immaculateness. In fancy the Professor tasted the good things that laybefore him.
For, on entering the house, hefound himself in a scene of wild confusion. But one
breath of the cold nightair roused him.
Berthe, Mizi, Trudl, or whatever your name is .
Otherwise, supper wouldbe one long jeremiad.
He was stilljealous as a girl of his
immaculateness.
They lay just as on the day Elsa wastaken ill,
virgin-pure of ink-mark or correction. It began with her catching herself listening
for an infants cry.
The strain on his nerves had beentoo
great.
Annemarie did not minceher words; the Professor
reasoned and expostulated. And picking up his glass, Mocs stalked across theroom to
re-seat himself at a table by the wall. She had a dry throaty voice that grated on
his car. For the artist is permitted to enjoy the thingsof the heart in imagination
only.