Short stories, German -- Translations into English
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 rose,
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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