nd it seemed to me, all in all, t tly c finding t I could escape from t cursed  in.

    time met me. tmosp so legendary,  I  and been since, fell a it  of fire t I felt in me, ty impulse, t  I ten leaped up again, ole on my ears tones of long ago! My blood een or sixteen in and Greek and poetry. I ion and my fancy ists dreams. But far deeper and stronger and more ahe foreboding of desire.

    I anding on a spur of ttle tos to I sa in deptransfiguration, as ry. it  it and smelled it ( it bet no girl o bite it. At tically bitter taste I kne once and exactly   I  all came back. I  on a lonely  Rosa Kreisler and greeted h her so madly.

    S day, alone and dreamingly up to of ied in ts, rands on eit time in my life iful siful and dreamlike te iful and provocative t as tter spice of t of t moment ained ties and promises, nameless deligs, anguiso t and deepest guilt. Oter taste of spring on my tongue! And reamed playfully t stle and looked aside; but ing  e groirely mistress of tuation, s slo I sent after her.

    So it y-five years before, and all t o me in t. oe, Rosa and  suffocation of anguis  seemed to me t I  day. But time it o greet  occasion. I sao conceal it, and I kne once t s ter meant time instead of standing ceremoniously cap in ill se of anguis my blood bade me do. I cried: quot;Rosa! tiful, beautiful girl. I love you so dearly.quot; It  per brilliant of all t mig t, but t  on  go on. Sopped and looked at me and, gro;;  up rong face, and t my past life and