“Hugo thought that it simply could not be otherwise; he would surely somewhere see that beautiful, beloved face that he had daily seen for so long! But he did not see it. After his search had gone on for some months, after winter had already cast its snowflakes and its blanket of ice over the city, he gave up his efforts. He sat in his room and held his lovely, weary head in both his hands.” LoveLongingThe Ancient Seal Book:Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose Source: Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose
“Almost two years had passed once again since his father's death. Hugo remained in the city, pure and strong as a virgin; for the man who harbours a god in his breast will remain untouched by the baseness which the world holds in store.” DeathVirginBasenessThe Ancient Seal Book:Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose Source: Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose