He passed
down the wide avenue as though walking in a dream. When he had nearly
reached the gate he stopped and turned for the last time. The western
sky was steeped in the glow of sunset. A light mist was rising from
the damp ground, filling the paths of the cemetery and effacing the
outlines of the human beings and the monuments. Shrouded by these
floating vapours, Pauline's motionless dark figure stood forth in
strong relief against the bright sky, and seemed to be gradually
merging into a background of flaming crimson sunset.
Rudolf felt as if he were beholding his own youth fade and melt into
white cloudlets of mist.
II.
ANOTHER WAY.
"So we have met again, old fellow?" said Wolf Breuning, with heartfelt
pleasure, filling his friend Sigmund Friese's glass with wine.
"May it not be so long before the next meeting," cried Sigmund, as he
touched glasses and drank.
Wolf Breuning, a tall, handsome man, with bold blue eyes and a long,
parted beard, which seemed as though it was woven of threads of red
gold, was the manager of a chemical factory in Paris.
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