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CHAPTER XXII. THE SHIPWRECK The state of health in which, still with a slight fever recurring every afternoon, I returned to Gottingen was by no means cheering. Besides, I was obliged at once to undergo the five days' imprisonment to which I had been justly sentenced for reckless shooting across the street. During the day I read, besides some very trashy novels, several by Jean Paul, with most of which I had become familiar while a school-boy in the first class. They had give