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"What are angels like?"

"An angel is the ine"

"Then there are no els?"

"Only Gabriel; at least I never heard of any other"

"Then I do not want to be an angel I had rather be what I a for things they should not have; they have no sweethearts" She caught hi should happen to you, I should die! It seeh I had a hundred hearts and that they had all melted into one for love of you Do s, or only an incident? I would give up my soul to you if you asked for it"

"I ask only for your love, Gretchen; only that" And he pressed her hands "All ues,into a man's life It is made up of a thousand variant interests No, man's love is never like a woman's But remember this, Gretchen, I loved you the best I kne, as a man loves but once, honorably as it was possible, purely and dearly"

The shade of trouble crossed her face "Why are you always talking like that? Do I not know that you love me? Have I not e?"

"But your singing?"

"Singing? Why, reat, for no other reason"

He ripped a bunch of grapes fro no careful vintner should do, and held it toward her

"Have you ever heard of the kissing cherries?" he asked

She shook her head He explained

"This bunch will do very well"

He took one grape at the bottoerly Gretchen did the sahter Then they tried it again

And this Watteau picture aze of two persons on the terrace below The e face of the other restrained this vocal thunder The old head vintner kicked a stone savagely, and at this rattling noise Gretchen and her lover turned They beheld the steward, and peering over his shoulder the aan the steward, no longer able to contain hihness Then she laughed blithely It was such a char picture, and never had she seen a handso drove the merriment from her face Ah, but she envied Gretchen! For the peasant there was freedom, there was the chosen mate; but for the princess-"Your hat, scoundrel!" cried Hoffman