Adelbert von Chamisso,
Stories by Foreign Authors
(1898)
“ I was silent. "A man," he continued, "of excellent character and extraordinary endowments." He paused for an answer. "And supposing I myself were that very man?" "You!" he exclaimed passionately; "he has lost his shadow!" "Oh, my suspicion is true!" cried Minna; "I have long known it—he has no shadow!" And she threw herself into her mother's arms, who, convulsively clasping her to her bosom, reproached her for having so long, to her hurt, kept such a secret. But, like the fabled Arethusa, her tears, as from a fountain, flowed more abundantly, and her sobs increased at my approach. ”
