not. It was no fit of shame, nor was it fear to aggravate my crime through robbery; it was rather scorn, which prompted me to fling the watch upon the ground, and to take only one half of the money. I wanted to be thought an enemy of the game-keeper but not his robber."
"Now I fled deeper into the forest. I knew that it extended itself four German miles[1] towards the north, where the frontiers of the country began. I fled on the wings of fear 'till noon; the swiftness of my flight had dispelled the agony of my conscience; however, it returned With redoubled violence as my strength began to be exhausted; a thousand grisly phantoms tortured my fancy, and filled my soul with dreadful bodings. I had no other choice but either to put an end to my wretched existence, or to drag on a life embittered by a continual fear of dying under thehand
- ↑ A German Mile is Five and a Half English.
