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Tales of Flanders. Count Hugo of Cranenhove, the Story of Abulfargus. [with] the Poor Gentleman
Tales of Flanders Count Hugo of Cranenhove the Story of Abulfargus the Poor Gentleman - with Author:Hendrik Conscience General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1881 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: 57 CHAPTER IV. THE EXPLANATION. On the following morning the sun rose clear and resplendent in the blue horizon; throwing its beneficent light upon Bernhart, and quickly drying his wet garments. He took his bundle from the ground and repaired again to the oak-tree in the wood, and uttered his usual cry; but the call remained unanswered as before; no one emerged from the hut. Bernhart repeated it several times, but in vain. Terrible forebodings now filled his breast: he thought of the possible death of the Were-wolf; then perhaps that he was only ill, -- but how then could he help himself, he who was only able to walk a few steps ? This thought quickened Bcrnhart's resolution to go to the very hut, and if necessary to fall a sacrifice even to his own generosity. He advanced towards the hut; but scarcely had he looked within, when a cry of alarm burst from his lips, and, quaking with affright, he remained standing like one rooted to the spot. In front of the cross lay the Were-wolf half naked, and stretched out like a corpse; blood gushed in thick drops from his bared back, and his fainting hand still grasped convulsively a discipline, wherewith he had scourged himself thus pitilessly. After Bernhart had gazed in mute horror at this fearful spectacle, he sprang into the hut, encircled the Were-wolf with his arms, and cried out, weeping -- " Master, master, awake ! it is I, thy scholar; oh, do not thus die I" The Were-wolf opened his eyes and looked at the young shepherd unsteadily, and with a sad smile -- " My son," he said, " I forgive thee for having broken thy word. Thou hast now discovered a...« less