Rachel Lesch

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Mrs. Prest had floated away, giving me a rendezvous at the cease of half an hour through some neighboring water steps; and I had been permit into the residence, after pulling the rusty bell twine, thru a hint red-headed, white-faced maidservant, who become very young and no longer unsightly and wore clicking pattens and a scarf in the fashion of a hood. She had now not contented herself with organising the door from above with the aid of manner of the usual association of a creaking pulley, even though she had appeared down at me first from an better window, dropping the inevitable undertaking ...more
The Aspern Papers
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