But my
attention was suddenly aroused to other matters, by Linton
mentioning that it was said by some in the office the Devil had
inquired for me.
"Surely you are not such a fool," said I, "as to believe that the
Devil really was in the printing office?"
"Oo, Gud bless you, sir! Saw him myself, gave him a nod, and
good-day. Rather a gentlemanly personage--Green Circassian
hunting coat and turban--Like a foreigner--Has the power of
vanishing in one moment though--Rather a suspicious
circumstance that. Otherwise, his appearance not much against
him."
If the former intelligence thrilled me with grief, this did so with
terror. I perceived who the personage was that had visited the
printing house in order to further the progress of my work; and, at
the approach of every person to our lodgings, I from that instant
trembled every bone, lest it should be my elevated and dreaded
friend. I could not say I had ever received an office at his hand
that was not friendly, yet these offices had been of a strange
tendency; and the horror with which I now regarded him was
unaccountable to myself. It was beyond description, conception,
or the soul of man to bear.
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