The clear crystal spirit in hers embarrassed him.
"Come, let us go for your clock," he said, rising.

"I am an old fool.

I forgot that one talks like this only to opera-dancers." Then Gretchen understood.

"I am all alone," she said; "I have had to fight my battles with these two hands." "I am a black devil, _Kindchen_.

Forget what I have said.