Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)Gottschall, Rudolf von
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Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)
Gottschall, Rudolf von
German fiction -- Translations into English
"Indeed, it seemed more probable that some spectre hand had seized me,
than that any human being besides myself lingered in the gloomy place,
but if it were a mortal, then I must try to deceive and out-man[oe]uvre
him.
"Like lightning this flashed through my mind. I did not ascend any more
steps; softly as possible I glided into a corner, there I drew off my
shoes, and crept once more to the altar steps, which this time I could
pass up undisturbed. I felt about the altar until I had hold of one of
the candelabra, and had convinced myself that a candle was in it. With
nervous anxiety I avoided the least sound.
"The candlestick in one hand, I went down again from the high altar,
held my dress closely together with the other, so that it might not
sweep the steps. I did not dare to breathe.
"Then something in the corner stumbled over my shoes, which I had left
there. This time I was not alarmed. I was thankful that the ghost was
on the other side of the church; in all haste I sped into the sacristy
through the door, which was only slightly ajar.
"I knew that the light would attract the bats, which hopped after me,
and yet I could not shut the door without betraying myself. I groped
for the desk where I had seen the registry lie, there it was still in
the same place. I turned over the leaves and counted the pages, of
which, in the morning, I had taken note. I must gain as much time as
possible before I should burn the tell-tale light.
"At last the moment had arrived, it must be done. My tinder-box did its
duty; the altar candle burned; the holy light illuminated my unholy
task.
"For the duration of a second the sensation of sacrilege overcame me,
but time passed.
"I had only turned over two pages too many, there it stood: Giulia
Bollini, Signor Baluzzi. That was the fatal leaf! With bold resolution
I tore it out and held it in the flame. Then a loud peal of mocking
laughter rang from the door of the sacristy. I looked round and saw the
man with the bandage.
"The page was burned to atoms, I still saw it as if in a dream; rigid
with fear I saw the man rush upon me; I blew out the light, but I could
not escape him.
"I felt as one does in those dreams in which we see a monster, a
serpent, a tiger prepared for the spring which shall kill us: my nerves
were over-excited so that I could not distinguish between my dream and
reality.
"Still nearer came the steps of the gruesome ghost. My senses gave way.
I fell down in a swoon!
"When I awoke again all was still intensely dark, but morning must soon
dawn.
"I was alone, as it appeared; nothing stirred. The altar candlestick
still stood upon the desk. I took it up, crept out of the sacristy up
to the altar and put it back upon its old place. Nothing molested me!
My shoes I found in my corner. I put them on, hid myself behind a
pillar, not far from the church door, ready for rapid flight.
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