Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
He started back, and recognised his friend, the testy old Albert, who
lived apart from men, and whose solitary house was open to Ferdinand
alone: "Do you remember our engagement?" said the hoarse husky voice. "O
yes," said Ferdinand: "and will you perform your promise today?"
"This very hour," replied the other, "if you like to follow me."
They walked through the city to a remote street, and there entered a
large edifice. "Today," said the old man, "you must push through with me
into my most solitary chamber, that we may not be disturbed." They
passed through many rooms, then along some stairs; they wound their way
through passages: and Ferdinand, who had thought himself familiar with
the house, was now astonished at the multitude of apartments, and the
singular arrangement of the spacious building; but still more that the
old man, a bachelor, and without family, should inhabit it by himself,
with a few servants, and never let out any part of the superfluous room
to strangers. Albert at length unbolted the door, and said: "Now, here
is the place." They entered a large high chamber, hung round with red
damask, which was trimmed with golden listings; the chairs were of the
same stuff; and, through heavy red silk curtains covering the windows,
came a purple light. "Wait a little," said the old man, and went into
another room. Ferdinand took up some books: he found them to contain
strange unintelligible characters, circles and lines, with many curious
plates; and from the little he could read, they seemed to be works on
alchemy; he was aware already that the old man had the reputation of a
gold-maker. A lute was lying on the table, singularly overlaid with
mother-of-pearl, and coloured wood; and representing birds and flowers
in very splendid forms. The star in the middle was a large piece of
mother-of-pearl, worked in the most skilful manner into many
intersecting circular figures, almost like the centre of a window in a
Gothic church. "You are looking at my instrument," said Albert, coming
back; "it is two hundred years old: I brought it with me as a memorial
of my journey into Spain. But let us leave all that, and do you take a
seat."
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