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Around the hour of afternoon tea Niebeldingk, true to a dear, old habit, went to see his friend.
She inhabited a small second-floor apartment in the _Regentenstrasse_ which he had himself selected for her when she came as a stranger to Berlin. With flowers and palms and oriental rugs she had moulded a delicious retreat, and before her bed-room windows the nightingales sang in the springtime.