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 "Methinks I see him still standing before me, a tall lean figure, his face pale, his looks staring and serious: I trembled as he spoke."

"Not! not!" groaned I, "gracious heaven! how unhappy am I."

"Patience, young man," replied he, "although the thief may have made his escape, yet I am here."

I gazed at him with astonishment. He took his pocket book, opened it, and gave me two papers. "There, take it," said he, "it is as much as you may want at present, the mail will set off to-morrow for your native country, I wish you an happy journey."

Then he laid the papers on my table, and hastened out of the room: A strange sensation had fixed me to the floor, had fettered my tongue, and I neither could thank my benefactor, nor inquire how I was to repay him. I felt veneration for this singular man,