The Moonby Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
Format of Original Source: Short Story
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A morning mist was gathered round the foot of the mountain, and in that three fluttering forms were suspended. These were the reflections of the three travellers, and the timid Rosamond started, thinking she saw herself. Eugenius thought, “That which the immortal spirit hath around it is, after all, but a denser mist.” And the child snatched at the cloud, and wished to play with its little misty brother. One single invisible angel of the future accompanied them through life and up this mountain. They were so good and like each other that one angel was all they needed.
As they ascended the angel opened the book of fate, one leaf of which contained the sketch of a three-fold life–every line was a day–and when the angel had read the line that belonged to this day, he wept and closed the book for ever.
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