A Modern Mephistopheles
Dark Romance
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“_The Indescribable, Here it is done: The Woman-Soul leadeth us Upward and on!_” Second Part of FAUST. A MODERN MEPHISTOPHELES. I. Without, a midwinter twilight, where wandering snowflakes eddied in the bitter wind between a leaden sky and frost-bound earth. Within, a garret; gloomy, bare, and cold as the bleak night coming down. A haggard youth knelt before a little furnace, kindling a fire, with an expression of qu
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“_The Indescribable, Here it is done: The Woman-Soul leadeth us Upward and on!_” Second Part of FAUST. A MODERN MEPHISTOPHELES. I. Without, a midwinter twilight, where wandering snowflakes eddied in the bitter wind between a leaden sky and frost-bound earth. Within, a garret; gloomy, bare, and cold as the bleak night coming down. A haggard youth knelt before a little furnace, kindling a fire, with an expression of qu