On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom.
Theodor Storm, Adelbert von Chamisso, Adalbert Stifter (2005). “Famous German Novellas of the 19th Century”, p.42, Mondial
