Peter Schlemihl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 138 pages of information about Peter Schlemihl.

Peter Schlemihl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 138 pages of information about Peter Schlemihl.

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.

Lovely forms floated in airy measures before me, and filled up my delightful dreams.  Minna, with a garland of flowers entwined in her hair, was bending over me with a smile of goodwill; also the worthy Bendel was crowned with flowers, and hastened to meet me with friendly greetings.  Many other forms seemed to rise up confusedly in the distance:  thyself among the number, Chamisso.  Perfect radiance beamed around them, but none had a shadow; and what was more surprising, there was no appearance of unhappiness on this account.  Nothing was to be seen or heard but flowers and music; and love and joy, and groves of never-fading palms, seemed the natives of that happy clime.

In vain I tried to detain and comprehend the lovely but fleeting forms.  I was conscious, also, of being in a dream, and was anxious that nothing should rouse me from it; and when I did awake, I kept my eyes closed, in order if possible to continue the illusion.  At last I opened my eyes.  The sun was now visible in the east; I must have slept the whole night:  I looked upon this as a warning not to return to the inn.  What I had left there I was content to lose, without much regret; and resigning myself to Providence, I decided on taking a by-road that led through the wooded declivity of the mountain.  I never once cast a glance behind me; nor did it ever occur to me to return, as I might have done, to Bendel, whom I had left in affluence.  I reflected on the new character I was now going to assume in the world.  My present garb was very humble—­consisting of an old black coat I formerly had worn at Berlin, and which by some chance was the first I put my hand on before setting out on this journey, a travelling-cap, and an old pair of boots.  I cut down a knotted stick in memory of the spot, and commenced my pilgrimage.

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