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‘
Let
me
see
:
yes
,
I
had
been
out
.
It
was
late
at
night
when
I
reached
home
,
and
found
the
proudest
of
the
three
proud
brothers
waiting
to
see
me
—
urgent
business
he
said
:
I
recollect
it
well
.
I
hated
that
man
with
all
a
madman
’
s
hate
.
Many
and
many
a
time
had
my
fingers
longed
to
tear
him
.
They
told
me
he
was
there
.
I
ran
swiftly
upstairs
.
He
had
a
word
to
say
to
me
.
I
dismissed
the
servants
.
It
was
late
,
and
we
were
alone
together
—
for
the
first
time
.
‘
I
kept
my
eyes
carefully
from
him
at
first
,
for
I
knew
what
he
little
thought
—
and
I
gloried
in
the
knowledge
—
that
the
light
of
madness
gleamed
from
them
like
fire
.
We
sat
in
silence
for
a
few
minutes
.
He
spoke
at
last
.
My
recent
dissipation
,
and
strange
remarks
,
made
so
soon
after
his
sister
’
s
death
,
were
an
insult
to
her
memory
.
Coupling
together
many
circumstances
which
had
at
first
escaped
his
observation
,
he
thought
I
had
not
treated
her
well
.
He
wished
to
know
whether
he
was
right
in
inferring
that
I
meant
to
cast
a
reproach
upon
her
memory
,
and
a
disrespect
upon
her
family
.
It
was
due
to
the
uniform
he
wore
,
to
demand
this
explanation
.
‘
This
man
had
a
commission
in
the
army
—
a
commission
,
purchased
with
my
money
,
and
his
sister
’
s
misery
!
This
was
the
man
who
had
been
foremost
in
the
plot
to
ensnare
me
,
and
grasp
my
wealth
.
This
was
the
man
who
had
been
the
main
instrument
in
forcing
his
sister
to
wed
me
;
well
knowing
that
her
heart
was
given
to
that
puling
boy
.
Due
to
his
uniform
!
The
livery
of
his
degradation
!
I
turned
my
eyes
upon
him
—
I
could
not
help
it
—
but
I
spoke
not
a
word
.
‘
I
saw
the
sudden
change
that
came
upon
him
beneath
my
gaze
.
He
was
a
bold
man
,
but
the
colour
faded
from
his
face
,
and
he
drew
back
his
chair
.
I
dragged
mine
nearer
to
him
;
and
I
laughed
—
I
was
very
merry
then
—
I
saw
him
shudder
.
I
felt
the
madness
rising
within
me
.
He
was
afraid
of
me
.
‘
"
You
were
very
fond
of
your
sister
when
she
was
alive
,
"
I
said
.
—
"
Very
.
"
‘
He
looked
uneasily
round
him
,
and
I
saw
his
hand
grasp
the
back
of
his
chair
;
but
he
said
nothing
.
‘
"
You
villain
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
found
you
out
:
I
discovered
your
hellish
plots
against
me
;
I
know
her
heart
was
fixed
on
some
one
else
before
you
compelled
her
to
marry
me
.
I
know
it
—
I
know
it
.
"
‘
He
jumped
suddenly
from
his
chair
,
brandished
it
aloft
,
and
bid
me
stand
back
—
for
I
took
care
to
be
getting
closer
to
him
all
the
time
I
spoke
.
‘
I
screamed
rather
than
talked
,
for
I
felt
tumultuous
passions
eddying
through
my
veins
,
and
the
old
spirits
whispering
and
taunting
me
to
tear
his
heart
out
.
‘
"
Damn
you
,
"
said
I
,
starting
up
,
and
rushing
upon
him
;
"
I
killed
her
.
I
am
a
madman
.
Down
with
you
.
Blood
,
blood
!
I
will
have
it
!
"
