“Bendel,” at last I tremblingly resumed, “you have now my confidence; you
may betray me—go—bear witness against me!”
He seemed to be agitated with conflicting feelings; at last he threw
himself at my feet and seized my hand, which he bathed with his tears.
“No,” he exclaimed; “whatever the world may say, I neither can nor will
forsake my excellent master because he has lost his shadow. I will
rather do what is right than what may seem prudent. I will remain with
you—I will shade you with my own shadow—I will assist you when I can—and
when I cannot, I will weep with you.”
I fell upon his neck, astonished at sentiments so unusual; for it was
very evident that he was not prompted by the love of money.
My mode of life and my fate now became somewhat different. It is
incredible with what provident foresight Bendel contrived to conceal my
deficiency. Everywhere he was before me and with me, providing against
every contingency, and in cases of unlooked-for danger, flying to shield
me with his own shadow, for he was taller and stouter than myself. Thus
I once more ventured among mankind, and began to take a part in worldly
affairs. I was compelled, indeed, to affect certain peculiarities and
whims; but in a rich man they seem only appropriate; and so long as the
truth was kept concealed I enjoyed all the honour and respect which gold
could procure.
I now looked forward with more composure to the promised visit of the
mysterious unknown at the expiration of the year and a day.
I was very sensible that I could not venture to remain long in a place
where I had once been seen without a shadow, and where I might easily be
betrayed; and perhaps, too, I recollected my first introduction to Mr.
John, and this was by no means a pleasing reminiscence. However, I
wished just to make a trial here, that I might with greater ease and
security visit some other place. But my vanity for some time withheld
me, for it is in this quality of our race that the anchor takes the
firmest hold.
Even the lovely Fanny, whom I again met in several places, without her
seeming to recollect that she had ever seen me before, bestowed some
notice on me; for wit and understanding were mine in abundance now. When
I spoke, I was listened to; and I was at a loss to know how I had so
easily acquired the art of commanding attention, and giving the tone to
the conversation.
The impression which I perceived I had made upon this fair one completely
turned my brain; and this was just what she wished. After that, I
pursued her with infinite pains through every obstacle. My vanity was
only intent on exciting hers to make a conquest of me; but although the
intoxication disturbed my head, it failed to make the least impression on
my heart.
But why detail to you the oft-repeated story which I have so often heard
from yourself?
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