Laughing, he replied, “I go; but just allow me to inform you how you may
at any time recall me whenever you have a mind to see your most humble
servant: you have only to shake your purse, the sound of the gold will
bring me to you in an instant. In this world every one consults his own
advantage; but you see I have thought of yours, and clearly confer upon
you a new power. Oh this purse! it would still prove a powerful bond
between us, had the moth begun to devour your shadow.—But enough: you
hold me by my gold, and may command your servant at any distance. You
know that I can be very serviceable to my friends; and that the rich are
my peculiar care—this you have observed. As to your shadow, allow me to
say, you can only redeem it on one condition.”
Recollections of former days came over me; and I hastily asked him if he
had obtained Mr. Thomas John’s signature.
He smiled, and said, “It was by no means necessary from so excellent a
friend.”
“Where is he? for God’s sake tell me: I insist upon knowing.”
With some hesitation, he put his hand into his pocket; and drew out the
altered and pallid form of Mr. John by the hair of his head, whose livid
lips uttered the awful words, “_Justo judicio Dei judicatus sum_; _justo
judicio Dei condemnatus sum_”—“I am judged and condemned by the just
judgment of God.” I was horror-struck; and instantly throwing the
jingling purse into the abyss, I exclaimed, “Wretch! in the name of
Heaven, I conjure you to be gone!—away from my sight!—never appear before
me again!” With a dark expression on his countenance, he arose, and
immediately vanished behind the huge rocks which surrounded the place.
CHAPTER V.
I WAS now left equally without gold and without shadow; but a heavy load
was taken from my breast, and I felt cheerful. Had not my Minna been
irrecoverably lost to me, or even had I been perfectly free from
self-reproach on her account, I felt that happiness might yet have been
mine. At present I was lost in doubt as to my future course. I examined
my pockets, and found I had a few gold pieces still left, which I counted
with feelings of great satisfaction. I had left my horse at the inn, and
was ashamed to return, or at all events I must wait till the sun had set,
which at present was high in the heavens. I laid myself down under a
shady tree and fell into a peaceful sleep.
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