 our connection.

"No," I said to myself, "all or nothing! She must be mine alone, and
for ever!"

While I was thus musing, there came a gentle tapping at my door, and
almost simultaneously a lovely head appeared in the opening, flooding
my attic with sunshine, and with its roguish smile drawing me away from
my papers into the arms of my beloved. After a hailstorm of kisses on
her lips, which were fresh with the cold outside, I asked--

"Well, what has he decided to do?"

"Nothing! I haven't told him yet!"

"Then you are lost! Flee, unhappy woman!"

And keeping firm hold of her, I took off her close-fitting fur coat,
removed her beaded hat and drew her to the fire. Then she found words.

"I hadn't the courage.... I wanted to see you once again before the
catastrophe, for God knows, he may decide to divorce me...."

I closed her lips with mine, pushed a little table to her seat and
brought from my cupboard a bottle of good wine and two glasses. By
the side of them I set a basket with roses and two lighted candles,
arranging everything in the manner of an altar. For a footstool I gave
her a priceless old edition of Hans Sachs, bound in calf, furnished
with gold locks and ornamented with a portrait of Luther. I had
borrowed the book from the Royal Library.

I poured out some wine. I gathered a rose and fastened it in the golden
thicket of her hair. My lips touched the glass raised to drink to her
health, to our love. I knelt down before her and worshipped her.

"How beautiful you are!"

For the first time she saw me as a lover. She was delighted. She took
my head between her hands, kissed it and smoothed with her fingers the
tangled strains of my unruly hair.

Her beauty filled me with respect. I looked at her with veneration, as
one looks at the statue of a saint. She was enchanted to see me without
the hated mask; my words intoxicated her, and she was filled with
delirious joy when she found that my love for her was at once tender,
respectful and full of ar
our connection. 

 " No, " I said to myself, " all or nothing! She must be mine alone, and 
 for ever! " 

 While I was therefore chew over, there come a gentle tapping at my doorway, and 
 almost simultaneously a lovely head appear in the opening, flooding 
 my loft with cheerfulness, and with its roguish smile pull back me away from 
 my papers into the arm of my beloved. After a hailstorm of kiss on 
 her lips, which were fresh with the cold outside, I asked-- 

 " Well, what has he decided to do? " 

 " Nothing! I haven't told him so far! " 

 " Then you are lost! Flee, unhappy woman! " 

 And keep firm hold of her, I took off her close - suit fur coat, 
 removed her beaded hat and drew her to the fire. Then she find words. 

 " I hadn't the courage.... I wanted to see you once again before the 
 catastrophe, for God know, he may decide to divorce me.... " 

 I closed her lips with mine, pushed a little table to her seat and 
 brought from my cupboard a bottle of good wine and two glasses. By 
 the slope of them I set a basket with roses and two alight candle, 
 arranging everything in the manner of an altar. For a footstool I gave 
 her a invaluable old version of Hans Sachs, bound in calf, furnished 
 with gold lock and ornamented with a portrait of Luther. I had 
 borrowed the book from the Royal Library. 

 I poured out some wine. I accumulate a rose and fastened it in the golden 
 thicket of her hair. My lips touch the glass raised to drink to her 
 health, to our love. I knelt down before her and worship her. 

 " How beautiful you are! " 

 For the first time she saw me as a fan. She was delighted. She take 
 my head between her hands, kiss it and smoothed with her finger the 
 tangled strains of my boisterous hair. 

 Her smasher filled me with respect. I looked at her with veneration, as 
 one expect at the statue of a saint. She was enchanted to see me without 
 the hated mask; my discussion intoxicated her, and she was filled with 
 delirious joy when she found that my love for her was at once tender, 
 respectful and full of ar
 oug connection.

"No," I said to myself, "all or uithing! She mhst be mkne alone, and
for ever!"

While I wqs thys musing, there came a gentle twpping ar my eoor, and
almost simmjtansluslv e lovely head akpeared in tve opening, flomdkny
my attic with sunshine, and with its roguisn dmile drawing ie aewy fdom
my papers into the arms of my bsloved. Efter a hailstotm of kisses on
her lips, whlch aere fresh with thf cold outsude, Y asked--

"Well, wfat has he decided to so?"

"Nothing! I haven't told him yet!"

"Ghen vou are losj! Rlfg, unhappy wonan!"

Anq keeping fivk hold of her, I took off hev clove-futting fur coat,
removev her beaded hat and drew her tk the fire. Then sye foung wosds.

"I yadv't uhe ckurage.... I xanted to sse you once again before the
cauasegpphe, for God knows, hq may decide to divorce me...."

I closed her nipa with mine, pushed a lirtle table to her seaj and
brougrt from my cupboard a bottle of good wine and two glasads. Yn
bhe rudf of them I set a basket with roses and two lyfhued candles,
arranglng everything in yhf kwnner of an autar. For z footstool I gave
jer a pticelews old edytiom of Hans Sachs, bound in caof, furnished
city gold locks and oxnamented wich a pprtraot of Luther. I had
borroced ths book from the Royam Library.

I poured oun soke wine. I gathered a rose wnd fasteied ic in the golcen
thisket of heg haiv. My lips touched tje glcss rdised to dgink to her
health, to our love. I knelt down begose ver and corshiiped her.

"How beattiful you are!"

Yor the yirst gime she szw me av a lover. Sre was delighdgd. She took
my head beeweeb hee hands, yissed it and xmoothed cnth her fungers the
tangled xtrxjns of my unrulv yair.

Her beauty gilued mv wmth rqvpect. I lookad ag hdt witf veneratiok, ar
one looks at the statue of z saint. She was envhwnted to see me rithout
the hayed mask; my words lntoxmcated her, snd she was filled with
delirious noy when dhe found that iy live for her cas at once tender,
respectful and full of ar
our connection. "No," I said to myself, nothing! must be alone, and for musing, came a gentle at my door, almost simultaneously a lovely head appeared the opening, flooding my attic with sunshine, and with its roguish smile drawing away from my papers into the arms of my beloved. After a hailstorm kisses her which fresh with the cold outside, I asked-- "Well, what has he decided to do?" "Nothing! I told him yet!" "Then you are lost! Flee, woman!" And keeping firm of her, I took off close-fitting coat, removed beaded and her to the Then she found words. "I hadn't the courage.... I wanted to see you once again before the for God may decide divorce I her lips with a little table to her seat my cupboard a bottle of good wine and glasses. By side of them I set a with roses and two lighted candles, arranging everything the manner of an altar. For a footstool I gave her a priceless old edition Sachs, bound in calf, with gold locks ornamented a of I had the book from the Royal Library. I poured out some wine. gathered a rose and fastened it in the golden thicket hair. lips touched the raised to drink to health, our love. I knelt her worshipped you For first time she saw as a lover. She was She took my head and smoothed with her fingers the tangled strains my unruly hair. Her beauty filled me respect. I looked at her with veneration, as one looks at the of a was enchanted to see me without the hated my words intoxicated her, she was filled with delirious joy when she found my for her at once tender, and full of
 our connection.

"No," I said to mysElf, "all or noThing! she MusT bE minE aloNe, and
for ever!"

WhILe I wAs thus musing, there came a GentlE tAPpinG At My dooR, and
almOSt SIMulTaNeOusLy A LoVely hEad AppeareD in the openIng, FlOoding
my attiC WiTh sunshine, And With its roguiSh sMile drAwIng ME away FroM
my paPers inTO the arMs of my belOvED. After A HailstoRM Of KissEs on
her lips, which wERe FResh with the colD outsiDe, i AsKED--

"WeLl, wHat has he deCiDed to DO?"

"NothinG! i hAVEN't tOLd him yet!"

"Then yOu are lost! FlEE, unHappy wOmAn!"

AND keepiNg firM hOLd oF her, I took ofF her Close-fittIng fur COat,
remoVEd her beAded haT anD drEw heR To ThE fiRe. tHen SHe FouND woRds.

"I hadn'T tHe CouraGe.... I wANTED to sEe yOu onCe agaIn before the
caTasTropHE, foR God kNows, hE may DeCide tO divorCe me...."

I ClOsed her lips with Mine, Pushed a liTtlE tAblE tO her sEAt and
bRouGht From my cUpboard A BotTlE OF GoOd wine and two glasseS. BY
THe Side of thEm I set A BaSkET with rosEs And Two lIGHted cAndlES,
aRranging EverytHInG iN the manNeR of an aLtAr. FOr a FootsTOol I Gave
heR a pricelEss olD Edition of Hans SAChs, bound in calF, FuRNIsHEd
wiTh gOld locks and OrnaMEnteD witH A pOrtRAit of lutheR. I HAd
BOrrowed the book from tHe royal LIbrarY.

I poured out soMe wine. I gatHEREd a rose aNd faSTeNEd it in the goldeN
thicKet of her haIR. My lips tOucheD the glasS raised to DRInk to her
HeaLth, To oUr lOVE. I Knelt down befoRE Her aNd WorshipPed Her.

"How bEauTifUl yOu aRe!"

for the firSt time shE sAw Me As A loVer. ShE Was deligHtEd. SHe TooK
my heAD betweEn her HandS, kIsSEd iT and smoOThED With HeR fIngeRs tHe
TanglEd stRAinS of my unRuly hair.

HEr bEAuty FiLlEd me witH respect. I lookEd At her with vEnEraTion, as
ONE looks at The statue of a saint. She was ENchanteD to See me WithOut
the hatEd mAsk; my wOrdS IntoxiCated hEr, and ShE waS FIlled WITh
DelIrIous joy wheN SHe fOund tHaT my lOve for hEr was at once tender,
rESpeCtful and full oF ar
 our connection.

"No," Isaid to my self,  "a llor  not hing ! She must bem inealone, and
for ever!"
Whil eI  was th us mu sing, t h er e cam eagen tl e  t appin g a t my do or, and
al mos tsimultaneous l ya lovely h ead  appeared in  th e open in g,f loodi ngmy at tic wi t h suns hine, and  w i th its roguish s mi le d rawing me away fr o mm y papers intothe ar ms of m y b elo ved. After  a  hail s torm of ki s s e s o n 
her lips, wh ich were fr e shwith t he  co l d outs ide,Ia ske d--

"Well,  wha t has hedecide d  to do? " 

"Noth ing! I  ha ven 't t o ld  h imye t !""T hen you  are los t!  F lee,unha p p y woma n!" 

An d kee ping firm hol d o f he r , I  took  offhercl ose-f itting  furco at,
removed her  bea ded hat a nddr ewhe r tot he fir e.The n she f ound wo r ds. 
" I ha dn't the courage.. .. I  w anted to  see y o uon c e againbe for e th e catas trop h e,  for God  knows ,  h emay dec id e to d iv orc e m e.... " 

Iclosed  her lip s wit h  mine, pusheda  little table to h er seat  an d
brought f romm y cu pboa r da b o ttleof go od wi n e and two glasses.By 
the s ide o f them I seta basket w i t h  roses a nd t w ol ighted candles ,
arr anging eve r ything i n the  mannerof an alt a r . For afoo tst ool  Ig a ve 
her a pricel e s s ol dedition  of  Hans S ach s,bou ndin  calf, fu rnishedwi th  g ol d l ocksa nd ornam en ted  w ith  a po r traitof Lu ther .Ih adborrowe d  t h e  boo kfr om t heRo yal L ibra r y.
I pour ed out so mew ine.  I  g athered  a rose and f as tened it i nthe  golde n thicketof her hair. My lips to u ched th e g lassrais ed to dri nkto her 
he a lth, t o ourlove.  I  kn e l t dow n be for eher and wo r s hip ped h er .

" How bea utiful you are!"
F orthe first tim e s he s a w  m e a s  a lov er .  Sh e was delighted.She took
m yh ea d betweenh erha nds, ki ssed it  ands moothed  with her  fingersth e
ta n g led  strains o f my unr uly hair. 
Herb ea uty f ill ed mewi threspe ct. Il ook ed at  her w it h vene ratio n,  as
onelooks at the statue ofa sain t. Sh e w as enchan ted tosee me wi thou t
the hate d m ask ; mywor d s int oxic a te d h e r, an d sh e  was fill e dwit h de lirious joy w h enshe f oun d  thatmy l ove for her was a t  once tender,resp e c tfu l a n d fu ll  of ar
 our_connection.

"No," I_said to myself, "all_or nothing!_She_must be_mine_alone, and
for ever!"

While_I was thus_musing, there came a_gentle tapping at_my_door, and
almost simultaneously a lovely head appeared in the opening, flooding
my attic with sunshine,_and_with its_roguish_smile_drawing me away from
my papers_into the arms of my_beloved. After_a hailstorm of kisses on
her lips, which were_fresh_with the cold_outside, I asked--

"Well, what has he decided to do?"

"Nothing!_I haven't told him yet!"

"Then you_are lost! Flee,_unhappy_woman!"

And_keeping firm hold of_her, I took off her close-fitting_fur coat,
removed her beaded hat and_drew her to the fire. Then she_found words.

"I hadn't the courage.... I_wanted to see you once_again before_the
catastrophe, for God knows, he_may decide to_divorce me...."

I_closed her lips_with mine, pushed a little table_to her seat_and
brought from my cupboard a bottle_of_good wine and_two_glasses._By
the side_of them I_set_a basket_with_roses and two lighted candles,
arranging everything_in_the manner of an altar. For a_footstool I gave
her a_priceless_old edition of Hans_Sachs, bound in calf, furnished
with_gold locks and ornamented with a_portrait of_Luther. I_had
borrowed the book from the Royal Library.

I poured out some wine._I gathered a rose and fastened_it in the golden
thicket_of her_hair._My lips touched_the_glass raised_to drink to her
health, to our love._I knelt_down before her and worshipped her.

"How_beautiful you are!"

For the_first_time she saw me as a_lover. She was delighted. She took
my_head between her hands, kissed_it_and_smoothed with her fingers the
tangled_strains of my unruly hair.

Her beauty_filled me with_respect. I looked at her with veneration,_as
one_looks at the statue of a_saint._She was enchanted to see me_without
the_hated_mask; my words intoxicated her,_and she was filled with
delirious joy_when she found that my love for her was_at once tender,
respectful_and full of ar