12/40 Then he saw a direction in a strange hand, and on the letter the postmark of the very town in which Eugene was quartered. When he had seen from its respectful tenor how well it was meant, and had read the name of Itzig in it, he put it up in his pocket. The secret terror which had so often shot through his heart fell upon him again, and then followed the unwelcome thought that his embarrassments were the subject of conversation even in foreign towns. |