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"_Ei! Kennt ihr noch das alte Lieb_ _Das einst so wild die Brust burchglueht,_ _Ihr Saiten, dumpf und truebe? _ _Die Engel, die nennen es Himmelsfreud; _ _Die Teufel, die nennen es Hoellenleid; _ _Die Menschen, die nennen es -- Liebe! _" HEINE.
Steven, whose mind had become keenly on the alert at the first mention of Betty's name, turned on his hard couch with a general relaxation of mind and body. The consoling news that it was Betty who occupied Jerome's attention fell on his jealous anguish like balm. His thoughts began to wander, rocked on the tide of the ebbing tempest. He must then have fallen into slumber, for he was suddenly back in the old Burg of Wellenshausen, with Sidonia, his little bride. She was sitting in the high-backed chair, in all her wedding finery, even as he had last seen her. But she was smiling upon him. "_I have your letter. It was all a mistake, a great mistake_," she was saying to him. Then, as he sprang forward to take her in his arms, suddenly, with the fantastic horror of dreams, her face changed, became red, distorted, even as the face of the student. Her voice changed, too; grew raucous, broken with insupportable laughter. "_You never loved me_," it said; "_that is now clear to me.