She turned her face towards the room in keen terror. But she saw
nothing. Another light, long-drawn sigh reached her ear, and at the same
moment a flash of lightning illumined the room. In the corner farthest
from her bed, she spied a white face, nothing more. She was dumb and
motionless with fear. Utter darkness followed, a darkness that seemed to
enter into her very brain. Yet she felt that the face was slowly crossing
the black gulf of the room, and drawing near to where she lay. The next
flash revealed, as it bended over her, the ghastly face of Karl, down
which flowed fresh tears. The rest of his form was lost in blackness.
Lilith did not faint, but it was the very force of her fear that seemed to
keep her alive. It became for the moment the atmosphere of her life. She
lay trembling and staring at the spot in the darkness where she supposed
the face of Karl still to be. But the next flash showed her the face far
off, looking at her through the panes of her lattice-window.
"For Lottchen, as soon as he saw Lilith, seemed to himself to go through a
second stage of awaking.
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