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As
night
advanced
I
placed
a
variety
of
combustibles
around
the
cottage
,
and
after
having
destroyed
every
vestige
of
cultivation
in
the
garden
,
I
waited
with
forced
impatience
until
the
moon
had
sunk
to
commence
my
operations
.
"
As
the
night
advanced
,
a
fierce
wind
arose
from
the
woods
and
quickly
dispersed
the
clouds
that
had
loitered
in
the
heavens
;
the
blast
tore
along
like
a
mighty
avalanche
and
produced
a
kind
of
insanity
in
my
spirits
that
burst
all
bounds
of
reason
and
reflection
.
I
lighted
the
dry
branch
of
a
tree
and
danced
with
fury
around
the
devoted
cottage
,
my
eyes
still
fixed
on
the
western
horizon
,
the
edge
of
which
the
moon
nearly
touched
.
A
part
of
its
orb
was
at
length
hid
,
and
I
waved
my
brand
;
it
sank
,
and
with
a
loud
scream
I
fired
the
straw
,
and
heath
,
and
bushes
,
which
I
had
collected
.
The
wind
fanned
the
fire
,
and
the
cottage
was
quickly
enveloped
by
the
flames
,
which
clung
to
it
and
licked
it
with
their
forked
and
destroying
tongues
.
"
As
soon
as
I
was
convinced
that
no
assistance
could
save
any
part
of
the
habitation
,
I
quitted
the
scene
and
sought
for
refuge
in
the
woods
.
"
And
now
,
with
the
world
before
me
,
whither
should
I
bend
my
steps
?
I
resolved
to
fly
far
from
the
scene
of
my
misfortunes
;
but
to
me
,
hated
and
despised
,
every
country
must
be
equally
horrible
.
At
length
the
thought
of
you
crossed
my
mind
.
I
learned
from
your
papers
that
you
were
my
father
,
my
creator
;
and
to
whom
could
I
apply
with
more
fitness
than
to
him
who
had
given
me
life
?
Among
the
lessons
that
Felix
had
bestowed
upon
Safie
,
geography
had
not
been
omitted
;
I
had
learned
from
these
the
relative
situations
of
the
different
countries
of
the
earth
.
You
had
mentioned
Geneva
as
the
name
of
your
native
town
,
and
towards
this
place
I
resolved
to
proceed
.
"
But
how
was
I
to
direct
myself
?
I
knew
that
I
must
travel
in
a
southwesterly
direction
to
reach
my
destination
,
but
the
sun
was
my
only
guide
.
I
did
not
know
the
names
of
the
towns
that
I
was
to
pass
through
,
nor
could
I
ask
information
from
a
single
human
being
;
but
I
did
not
despair
.
From
you
only
could
I
hope
for
succour
,
although
towards
you
I
felt
no
sentiment
but
that
of
hatred
.
Unfeeling
,
heartless
creator
!
You
had
endowed
me
with
perceptions
and
passions
and
then
cast
me
abroad
an
object
for
the
scorn
and
horror
of
mankind
.
But
on
you
only
had
I
any
claim
for
pity
and
redress
,
and
from
you
I
determined
to
seek
that
justice
which
I
vainly
attempted
to
gain
from
any
other
being
that
wore
the
human
form
.
"
My
travels
were
long
and
the
sufferings
I
endured
intense
.
It
was
late
in
autumn
when
I
quitted
the
district
where
I
had
so
long
resided
.
I
travelled
only
at
night
,
fearful
of
encountering
the
visage
of
a
human
being
.
Nature
decayed
around
me
,
and
the
sun
became
heatless
;
rain
and
snow
poured
around
me
;
mighty
rivers
were
frozen
;
the
surface
of
the
earth
was
hard
and
chill
,
and
bare
,
and
I
found
no
shelter
.
Oh
,
earth
!
How
often
did
I
imprecate
curses
on
the
cause
of
my
being
!
The
mildness
of
my
nature
had
fled
,
and
all
within
me
was
turned
to
gall
and
bitterness
.
The
nearer
I
approached
to
your
habitation
,
the
more
deeply
did
I
feel
the
spirit
of
revenge
enkindled
in
my
heart
.
Snow
fell
,
and
the
waters
were
hardened
,
but
I
rested
not
.
A
few
incidents
now
and
then
directed
me
,
and
I
possessed
a
map
of
the
country
;
but
I
often
wandered
wide
from
my
path
.
The
agony
of
my
feelings
allowed
me
no
respite
;
no
incident
occurred
from
which
my
rage
and
misery
could
not
extract
its
food
;
but
a
circumstance
that
happened
when
I
arrived
on
the
confines
of
Switzerland
,
when
the
sun
had
recovered
its
warmth
and
the
earth
again
began
to
look
green
,
confirmed
in
an
especial
manner
the
bitterness
and
horror
of
my
feelings
.
"
I
generally
rested
during
the
day
and
travelled
only
when
I
was
secured
by
night
from
the
view
of
man
.
One
morning
,
however
,
finding
that
my
path
lay
through
a
deep
wood
,
I
ventured
to
continue
my
journey
after
the
sun
had
risen
;
the
day
,
which
was
one
of
the
first
of
spring
,
cheered
even
me
by
the
loveliness
of
its
sunshine
and
the
balminess
of
the
air
.
I
felt
emotions
of
gentleness
and
pleasure
,
that
had
long
appeared
dead
,
revive
within
me
.
Half
surprised
by
the
novelty
of
these
sensations
,
I
allowed
myself
to
be
borne
away
by
them
,
and
forgetting
my
solitude
and
deformity
,
dared
to
be
happy
.
Soft
tears
again
bedewed
my
cheeks
,
and
I
even
raised
my
humid
eyes
with
thankfulness
towards
the
blessed
sun
,
which
bestowed
such
joy
upon
me
.
"
I
continued
to
wind
among
the
paths
of
the
wood
,
until
I
came
to
its
boundary
,
which
was
skirted
by
a
deep
and
rapid
river
,
into
which
many
of
the
trees
bent
their
branches
,
now
budding
with
the
fresh
spring
.
Here
I
paused
,
not
exactly
knowing
what
path
to
pursue
,
when
I
heard
the
sound
of
voices
,
that
induced
me
to
conceal
myself
under
the
shade
of
a
cypress
.
I
was
scarcely
hid
when
a
young
girl
came
running
towards
the
spot
where
I
was
concealed
,
laughing
,
as
if
she
ran
from
someone
in
sport
.
She
continued
her
course
along
the
precipitous
sides
of
the
river
,
when
suddenly
her
foot
slipped
,
and
she
fell
into
the
rapid
stream
.
I
rushed
from
my
hiding-place
and
with
extreme
labour
,
from
the
force
of
the
current
,
saved
her
and
dragged
her
to
shore
.
She
was
senseless
,
and
I
endeavoured
by
every
means
in
my
power
to
restore
animation
,
when
I
was
suddenly
interrupted
by
the
approach
of
a
rustic
,
who
was
probably
the
person
from
whom
she
had
playfully
fled
.
On
seeing
me
,
he
darted
towards
me
,
and
tearing
the
girl
from
my
arms
,
hastened
towards
the
deeper
parts
of
the
wood
.
I
followed
speedily
,
I
hardly
knew
why
;
but
when
the
man
saw
me
draw
near
,
he
aimed
a
gun
,
which
he
carried
,
at
my
body
and
fired
.
I
sank
to
the
ground
,
and
my
injurer
,
with
increased
swiftness
,
escaped
into
the
wood
.
