Septimius Felton, or, the Elixir of Life by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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"You estimate at nothing, it seems, his earthly life, which might have been so happy." "At next to nothing," said the minister; "since, as I have observed, it must, at any rate, have closed so soon." Septimius thought of what the young man, in his last moments, had said of his prospect or opportunity of living a life of interminable length, and which prospect he had bequeathed to himself. But of this he did not speak to the minister, being, indeed, ashamed to have it supposed that he would put any serious weight on such a bequest, although it might be that the dark enterprise of his nature had secretly seized upon this idea, and, though yet sane enough to be influenced by a fear of ridicule, was busy incorporating it with his thoughts. So Septimius smoothed down the young stranger's earthy bed, and returned to his home, where he hung up the sword over the mantel-piece in his study, and hung the gold watch, too, on a nail,--the first time he had ever had possession of such a thing. Nor did he now feel altogether at ease in his mind about keeping it,--the time-measurer of one whose mortal life he had cut off. A splendid watch it was, round as a turnip. There seems to be a natural right in one who has slain a man to step into his vacant place in all respects; and from the beginning of man's dealings with man this right has been practically recognized, whether among warriors or robbers, as paramount to every other. Yet Septimius could not feel easy in availing himself of this right. He therefore resolved to keep the watch, and even the sword and fusil,--which were less questionable spoils of war,--only till he should be able to restore them to some representative of the young officer. The contents of the purse, in accordance with the request of the |
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