There were almost tears in your eyes, but I knew that your heart was a man's when you smiled at me." She stopped again and turned him round to her.

"And you love me like this ?" "Whatever betide, _Lieberherz_, whatever befall." And he embraced her with a fierce tenderness, and so strong was he in the moment that Gretchen gave a cry.

He kissed her, not on the lips, but on the fine white forehead, reverently.
They proceeded, Gretchen subdued and the vintner silent, until they came to the end of their journey at number forty in the Krumerweg.

It was a house of hanging gables, almost as old as the town itself, solid and grim and taciturn.

There are some houses which talk like gossips, noisy, obtrusive and provocative.