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"
Oh
,
Justine
!
Forgive
me
for
having
for
one
moment
distrusted
you
.
Why
did
you
confess
?
But
do
not
mourn
,
dear
girl
.
Do
not
fear
.
I
will
proclaim
,
I
will
prove
your
innocence
.
I
will
melt
the
stony
hearts
of
your
enemies
by
my
tears
and
prayers
.
You
shall
not
die
!
You
,
my
playfellow
,
my
companion
,
my
sister
,
perish
on
the
scaffold
!
No
!
No
!
I
never
could
survive
so
horrible
a
misfortune
.
"
Justine
shook
her
head
mournfully
.
"
I
do
not
fear
to
die
,
"
she
said
;
"
that
pang
is
past
.
God
raises
my
weakness
and
gives
me
courage
to
endure
the
worst
.
I
leave
a
sad
and
bitter
world
;
and
if
you
remember
me
and
think
of
me
as
of
one
unjustly
condemned
,
I
am
resigned
to
the
fate
awaiting
me
.
Learn
from
me
,
dear
lady
,
to
submit
in
patience
to
the
will
of
heaven
!
"
During
this
conversation
I
had
retired
to
a
corner
of
the
prison
room
,
where
I
could
conceal
the
horrid
anguish
that
possessed
me
.
Despair
!
Who
dared
talk
of
that
?
The
poor
victim
,
who
on
the
morrow
was
to
pass
the
awful
boundary
between
life
and
death
,
felt
not
,
as
I
did
,
such
deep
and
bitter
agony
.
I
gnashed
my
teeth
and
ground
them
together
,
uttering
a
groan
that
came
from
my
inmost
soul
.
Justine
started
.
When
she
saw
who
it
was
,
she
approached
me
and
said
,
"
Dear
sir
,
you
are
very
kind
to
visit
me
;
you
,
I
hope
,
do
not
believe
that
I
am
guilty
?
"
I
could
not
answer
.
"
No
,
Justine
,
"
said
Elizabeth
;
"
he
is
more
convinced
of
your
innocence
than
I
was
,
for
even
when
he
heard
that
you
had
confessed
,
he
did
not
credit
it
.
"
"
I
truly
thank
him
.
In
these
last
moments
I
feel
the
sincerest
gratitude
towards
those
who
think
of
me
with
kindness
.
How
sweet
is
the
affection
of
others
to
such
a
wretch
as
I
am
!
It
removes
more
than
half
my
misfortune
,
and
I
feel
as
if
I
could
die
in
peace
now
that
my
innocence
is
acknowledged
by
you
,
dear
lady
,
and
your
cousin
.
"
Thus
the
poor
sufferer
tried
to
comfort
others
and
herself
.
She
indeed
gained
the
resignation
she
desired
.
But
I
,
the
true
murderer
,
felt
the
never-dying
worm
alive
in
my
bosom
,
which
allowed
of
no
hope
or
consolation
.
Elizabeth
also
wept
and
was
unhappy
,
but
hers
also
was
the
misery
of
innocence
,
which
,
like
a
cloud
that
passes
over
the
fair
moon
,
for
a
while
hides
but
can
not
tarnish
its
brightness
.
Anguish
and
despair
had
penetrated
into
the
core
of
my
heart
;
I
bore
a
hell
within
me
which
nothing
could
extinguish
.
We
stayed
several
hours
with
Justine
,
and
it
was
with
great
difficulty
that
Elizabeth
could
tear
herself
away
.
"
I
wish
,
"
cried
she
,
"
that
I
were
to
die
with
you
;
I
can
not
live
in
this
world
of
misery
.
"
Justine
assumed
an
air
of
cheerfulness
,
while
she
with
difficulty
repressed
her
bitter
tears
.
She
embraced
Elizabeth
and
said
in
a
voice
of
half-suppressed
emotion
,
"
Farewell
,
sweet
lady
,
dearest
Elizabeth
,
my
beloved
and
only
friend
;
may
heaven
,
in
its
bounty
,
bless
and
preserve
you
;
may
this
be
the
last
misfortune
that
you
will
ever
suffer
!
Live
,
and
be
happy
,
and
make
others
so
.
"
And
on
the
morrow
Justine
died
.
Elizabeth
's
heart-rending
eloquence
failed
to
move
the
judges
from
their
settled
conviction
in
the
criminality
of
the
saintly
sufferer
.
My
passionate
and
indignant
appeals
were
lost
upon
them
.
And
when
I
received
their
cold
answers
and
heard
the
harsh
,
unfeeling
reasoning
of
these
men
,
my
purposed
avowal
died
away
on
my
lips
.
Thus
I
might
proclaim
myself
a
madman
,
but
not
revoke
the
sentence
passed
upon
my
wretched
victim
.
She
perished
on
the
scaffold
as
a
murderess
!
From
the
tortures
of
my
own
heart
,
I
turned
to
contemplate
the
deep
and
voiceless
grief
of
my
Elizabeth
.
This
also
was
my
doing
!
And
my
father
's
woe
,
and
the
desolation
of
that
late
so
smiling
home
all
was
the
work
of
my
thrice-accursed
hands
!
Ye
weep
,
unhappy
ones
,
but
these
are
not
your
last
tears
!
Again
shall
you
raise
the
funeral
wail
,
and
the
sound
of
your
lamentations
shall
again
and
again
be
heard
!
Frankenstein
,
your
son
,
your
kinsman
,
your
early
,
much-loved
friend
;
he
who
would
spend
each
vital
drop
of
blood
for
your
sakes
,
who
has
no
thought
nor
sense
of
joy
except
as
it
is
mirrored
also
in
your
dear
countenances
,
who
would
fill
the
air
with
blessings
and
spend
his
life
in
serving
you
--
he
bids
you
weep
,
to
shed
countless
tears
;
happy
beyond
his
hopes
,
if
thus
inexorable
fate
be
satisfied
,
and
if
the
destruction
pause
before
the
peace
of
the
grave
have
succeeded
to
your
sad
torments
!
