The golden pot eta hoffmann5/8/2023 As he made his way through the crowd of well-dressed people, he heard them muttering on all sides: “Poor young fellow! Ha! What a vicious old witch!” The mysterious words of the old woman, oddly enough, had given this ludicrous adventure a sort of sinister turn and the youth, previously unobserved, was now regarded with a certain sympathy. The Student Anselmus, for the young man was no other, even though he did not in the least understand these singular phrases, felt himself seized with a certain involuntary horror and he quickened his steps still more, until he was almost running, to escape the curious looks of the multitude, all of whom were staring at him. The hostile ring of bystanders now broke but as the young man started off, the hag called after him, “Ay, run, run your way, Devil’s Bird! You’ll end up in the crystal! The crystal!” The screeching harsh voice of the woman had something unearthly in it: so that the promenaders paused in amazement, and the laughter, which at first had been universal, instantly died away.
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