150 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
People seemed as though they never could leave the en-
chanted circle ;—and who willingly would have left it?
At lash how ever, adieus were made; there was a hum of
voices—a wrapping-up in hooded cloaks and shawls—and
away we were driving once more through the snowy
streets.
People seemed as though they never could leave the en-
chanted circle ;—and who willingly would have left it?
At lash how ever, adieus were made; there was a hum of
voices—a wrapping-up in hooded cloaks and shawls—and
away we were driving once more through the snowy
streets.