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Nothing
in
human
shape
could
have
destroyed
the
fair
child
.
HE
was
the
murderer
!
I
could
not
doubt
it
.
The
mere
presence
of
the
idea
was
an
irresistible
proof
of
the
fact
.
I
thought
of
pursuing
the
devil
;
but
it
would
have
been
in
vain
,
for
another
flash
discovered
him
to
me
hanging
among
the
rocks
of
the
nearly
perpendicular
ascent
of
Mont
Saleve
,
a
hill
that
bounds
Plainpalais
on
the
south
.
He
soon
reached
the
summit
,
and
disappeared
.
I
remained
motionless
.
The
thunder
ceased
;
but
the
rain
still
continued
,
and
the
scene
was
enveloped
in
an
impenetrable
darkness
.
I
revolved
in
my
mind
the
events
which
I
had
until
now
sought
to
forget
:
the
whole
train
of
my
progress
toward
the
creation
;
the
appearance
of
the
works
of
my
own
hands
at
my
bedside
;
its
departure
.
Two
years
had
now
nearly
elapsed
since
the
night
on
which
he
first
received
life
;
and
was
this
his
first
crime
?
Alas
!
I
had
turned
loose
into
the
world
a
depraved
wretch
,
whose
delight
was
in
carnage
and
misery
;
had
he
not
murdered
my
brother
?
No
one
can
conceive
the
anguish
I
suffered
during
the
remainder
of
the
night
,
which
I
spent
,
cold
and
wet
,
in
the
open
air
.
But
I
did
not
feel
the
inconvenience
of
the
weather
;
my
imagination
was
busy
in
scenes
of
evil
and
despair
.
I
considered
the
being
whom
I
had
cast
among
mankind
,
and
endowed
with
the
will
and
power
to
effect
purposes
of
horror
,
such
as
the
deed
which
he
had
now
done
,
nearly
in
the
light
of
my
own
vampire
,
my
own
spirit
let
loose
from
the
grave
,
and
forced
to
destroy
all
that
was
dear
to
me
.
Day
dawned
;
and
I
directed
my
steps
towards
the
town
.
The
gates
were
open
,
and
I
hastened
to
my
father
's
house
.
My
first
thought
was
to
discover
what
I
knew
of
the
murderer
,
and
cause
instant
pursuit
to
be
made
.
But
I
paused
when
I
reflected
on
the
story
that
I
had
to
tell
.
A
being
whom
I
myself
had
formed
,
and
endued
with
life
,
had
met
me
at
midnight
among
the
precipices
of
an
inaccessible
mountain
.
I
remembered
also
the
nervous
fever
with
which
I
had
been
seized
just
at
the
time
that
I
dated
my
creation
,
and
which
would
give
an
air
of
delirium
to
a
tale
otherwise
so
utterly
improbable
.
I
well
knew
that
if
any
other
had
communicated
such
a
relation
to
me
,
I
should
have
looked
upon
it
as
the
ravings
of
insanity
.
Besides
,
the
strange
nature
of
the
animal
would
elude
all
pursuit
,
even
if
I
were
so
far
credited
as
to
persuade
my
relatives
to
commence
it
.
And
then
of
what
use
would
be
pursuit
?
Who
could
arrest
a
creature
capable
of
scaling
the
overhanging
sides
of
Mont
Saleve
?
These
reflections
determined
me
,
and
I
resolved
to
remain
silent
.
It
was
about
five
in
the
morning
when
I
entered
my
father
's
house
.
I
told
the
servants
not
to
disturb
the
family
,
and
went
into
the
library
to
attend
their
usual
hour
of
rising
.
Six
years
had
elapsed
,
passed
in
a
dream
but
for
one
indelible
trace
,
and
I
stood
in
the
same
place
where
I
had
last
embraced
my
father
before
my
departure
for
Ingolstadt
.
Beloved
and
venerable
parent
!
He
still
remained
to
me
.
I
gazed
on
the
picture
of
my
mother
,
which
stood
over
the
mantel-piece
.
It
was
an
historical
subject
,
painted
at
my
father
's
desire
,
and
represented
Caroline
Beaufort
in
an
agony
of
despair
,
kneeling
by
the
coffin
of
her
dead
father
.
Her
garb
was
rustic
,
and
her
cheek
pale
;
but
there
was
an
air
of
dignity
and
beauty
,
that
hardly
permitted
the
sentiment
of
pity
.
Below
this
picture
was
a
miniature
of
William
;
and
my
tears
flowed
when
I
looked
upon
it
.
While
I
was
thus
engaged
,
Ernest
entered
:
he
had
heard
me
arrive
,
and
hastened
to
welcome
me
:
"
Welcome
,
my
dearest
Victor
,
"
said
he
.
"
Ah
!
I
wish
you
had
come
three
months
ago
,
and
then
you
would
have
found
us
all
joyous
and
delighted
.
You
come
to
us
now
to
share
a
misery
which
nothing
can
alleviate
;
yet
you
presence
will
,
I
hope
,
revive
our
father
,
who
seems
sinking
under
his
misfortune
;
and
your
persuasions
will
induce
poor
Elizabeth
to
cease
her
vain
and
tormenting
self-accusations
.
--
Poor
William
!
he
was
our
darling
and
our
pride
!
"
Tears
,
unrestrained
,
fell
from
my
brother
's
eyes
;
a
sense
of
mortal
agony
crept
over
my
frame
.
Before
,
I
had
only
imagined
the
wretchedness
of
my
desolated
home
;
the
reality
came
on
me
as
a
new
,
and
a
not
less
terrible
,
disaster
.
I
tried
to
calm
Ernest
;
I
enquired
more
minutely
concerning
my
father
,
and
her
I
named
my
cousin
.
"
She
most
of
all
,
"
said
Ernest
,
"
requires
consolation
;
she
accused
herself
of
having
caused
the
death
of
my
brother
,
and
that
made
her
very
wretched
.
But
since
the
murderer
has
been
discovered
--
"
