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"Warum sind benn die Rosen so blass? Mein liebes Liebchen, sprich, D sprich, mein herzallerliebstes Lieb, Warum verliessert du mich? " HEINE.
Steven and his host sat opposite each other, equally mute. After his spurt of hilarity, the Burgrave had gradually fallen into a moodiness fostered by draughts of an alarming variety of wines. Sunk into himself, his heavy chin upon his chest, he glared straight before him with suffused eyes, blood-injected -- a sodden mass of helpless resentment.