She no longer needed to fear the horrible curse which she had called down upon the little one, and once more thought of Lienhard with pleasure.

When he learned in the other world how she had atoned for the wrong which she had done his little favourite, she would be sure of his praise.
To be held in light esteem, nay, even despised, was part of her calling, like her constant wandering.

She had longed for applause in her art, but for herself she had desired nothing save swift draughts of pleasure, since she had learned how little she was regarded by the only person whose opinion she valued.

She could never have expected that he would hold her in high esteem, since he was so indifferent to her art that he did not even think it worth while to lift his eyes to the rope.

Yet the idea that he placed her in the same rank with others in her profession seemed unendurable.