x displays when it sucks the blood of a leveret, and then lets
it run away, as it best can.

He paced his room in high good humour, playing with the tassels of his
dressing-gown. His satisfaction seemed positively to inflate him, for
he stroked himself down with his hands, as if to say, "Now you are once
more yourself; yesterday evening you were a soft hearted fool, and had
no right to abuse this weak, wayward world."

In the mean time Pilgrim went homewards in a dejected mood, and,
passing his own door, went far out into the fields, till at last he
turned, and went home. There, to his great joy, he found his friend's
child. "Thus it is when friends are really attached; my good Lenz was
thinking of me, at the very same moment when I was thinking of him.
Perhaps he knew, or at least had a presentiment, that I meant to go to
Petrowitsch, and sent the child to me to assist my petition. But it
would have done no good; to such a man as Petrowitsch, men and angels
would speak equally in vain."

Pilgrim was unwearied in the games he thought of to amuse the boy, and
in the drawings he did for him; and then, with the aid of a white
handkerchief, and his black neckcloth, he could make with his fingers
hares, and hounds chasing them. Little Wilhelm shouted with joy, and
made Pilgrim tell him the same story at least three times over. Pilgrim
had a very pretty knack of story telling, especially about a certain
chesnut brown Turk, Kulikali, with a huge nose, who could swallow
smoke. Pilgrim dressed himself up in a moment as the Turk Kulikali,
seated himself crosslegged on a strip of carpet on the floor, and did
all sorts of conjuring tricks. Pilgrim was on this occasion quite as
much a child as his young godson. Then they went down stairs, and dined
with Don Bastian. In the afternoon, in spite of drizzling rain and snow
showers, Pilgrim went to the riverside for an hour with Wilhelm. Was it
not a pretty sight! Great blocks of ice were swimming along, and crows
perched on them; they wished to see for once how they liked boating,
but when one of the masses of ice was shivered, they wisely flew away,
and settled on another. It was a giddy sight to look down on from
above. It seemed as if the earth were moving, and the ice standing
still. The boy clung timidly to Pilgrim. He took him home, and put a
mattress for his godson on his old well worn sofa, for both agreed that
young Lenz should not go home to-night; and it went to Pilgrim's h