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The
voyage
came
to
an
end
.
We
landed
,
and
proceeded
to
Paris
.
I
soon
found
that
I
had
overtaxed
my
strength
and
that
I
must
repose
before
I
could
continue
my
journey
.
My
father
's
care
and
attentions
were
indefatigable
,
but
he
did
not
know
the
origin
of
my
sufferings
and
sought
erroneous
methods
to
remedy
the
incurable
ill
.
He
wished
me
to
seek
amusement
in
society
.
I
abhorred
the
face
of
man
.
Oh
,
not
abhorred
!
They
were
my
brethren
,
my
fellow
beings
,
and
I
felt
attracted
even
to
the
most
repulsive
among
them
,
as
to
creatures
of
an
angelic
nature
and
celestial
mechanism
.
But
I
felt
that
I
had
no
right
to
share
their
intercourse
.
I
had
unchained
an
enemy
among
them
whose
joy
it
was
to
shed
their
blood
and
to
revel
in
their
groans
.
How
they
would
,
each
and
all
,
abhor
me
and
hunt
me
from
the
world
did
they
know
my
unhallowed
acts
and
the
crimes
which
had
their
source
in
me
!
My
father
yielded
at
length
to
my
desire
to
avoid
society
and
strove
by
various
arguments
to
banish
my
despair
.
Sometimes
he
thought
that
I
felt
deeply
the
degradation
of
being
obliged
to
answer
a
charge
of
murder
,
and
he
endeavoured
to
prove
to
me
the
futility
of
pride
.
"
Alas
!
My
father
,
"
said
I
,
"
how
little
do
you
know
me
.
Human
beings
,
their
feelings
and
passions
,
would
indeed
be
degraded
if
such
a
wretch
as
I
felt
pride
.
Justine
,
poor
unhappy
Justine
,
was
as
innocent
as
I
,
and
she
suffered
the
same
charge
;
she
died
for
it
;
and
I
am
the
cause
of
this
--
I
murdered
her
.
William
,
Justine
,
and
Henry
--
they
all
died
by
my
hands
.
"
My
father
had
often
,
during
my
imprisonment
,
heard
me
make
the
same
assertion
;
when
I
thus
accused
myself
,
he
sometimes
seemed
to
desire
an
explanation
,
and
at
others
he
appeared
to
consider
it
as
the
offspring
of
delirium
,
and
that
,
during
my
illness
,
some
idea
of
this
kind
had
presented
itself
to
my
imagination
,
the
remembrance
of
which
I
preserved
in
my
convalescence
.
I
avoided
explanation
and
maintained
a
continual
silence
concerning
the
wretch
I
had
created
.
I
had
a
persuasion
that
I
should
be
supposed
mad
,
and
this
in
itself
would
forever
have
chained
my
tongue
.
But
,
besides
,
I
could
not
bring
myself
to
disclose
a
secret
which
would
fill
my
hearer
with
consternation
and
make
fear
and
unnatural
horror
the
inmates
of
his
breast
.
I
checked
,
therefore
,
my
impatient
thirst
for
sympathy
and
was
silent
when
I
would
have
given
the
world
to
have
confided
the
fatal
secret
.
Yet
,
still
,
words
like
those
I
have
recorded
would
burst
uncontrollably
from
me
.
I
could
offer
no
explanation
of
them
,
but
their
truth
in
part
relieved
the
burden
of
my
mysterious
woe
.
Upon
this
occasion
my
father
said
,
with
an
expression
of
unbounded
wonder
,
"
My
dearest
Victor
,
what
infatuation
is
this
?
My
dear
son
,
I
entreat
you
never
to
make
such
an
assertion
again
.
"
"
I
am
not
mad
,
"
I
cried
energetically
;
"
the
sun
and
the
heavens
,
who
have
viewed
my
operations
,
can
bear
witness
of
my
truth
.
I
am
the
assassin
of
those
most
innocent
victims
;
they
died
by
my
machinations
.
A
thousand
times
would
I
have
shed
my
own
blood
,
drop
by
drop
,
to
have
saved
their
lives
;
but
I
could
not
,
my
father
,
indeed
I
could
not
sacrifice
the
whole
human
race
.
"
The
conclusion
of
this
speech
convinced
my
father
that
my
ideas
were
deranged
,
and
he
instantly
changed
the
subject
of
our
conversation
and
endeavoured
to
alter
the
course
of
my
thoughts
.
He
wished
as
much
as
possible
to
obliterate
the
memory
of
the
scenes
that
had
taken
place
in
Ireland
and
never
alluded
to
them
or
suffered
me
to
speak
of
my
misfortunes
.
As
time
passed
away
I
became
more
calm
;
misery
had
her
dwelling
in
my
heart
,
but
I
no
longer
talked
in
the
same
incoherent
manner
of
my
own
crimes
;
sufficient
for
me
was
the
consciousness
of
them
.
By
the
utmost
self-violence
I
curbed
the
imperious
voice
of
wretchedness
,
which
sometimes
desired
to
declare
itself
to
the
whole
world
,
and
my
manners
were
calmer
and
more
composed
than
they
had
ever
been
since
my
journey
to
the
sea
of
ice
.
A
few
days
before
we
left
Paris
on
our
way
to
Switzerland
,
I
received
the
following
letter
from
Elizabeth
:
My
dear
Friend
,
