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"
Scipio
!
"
he
began
;
and
then
paused
,
with
his
arms
folded
over
his
heart
.
"
What
do
people
say
of
me
,
Scipio
.
"
"
Sir
!
my
poor
master
!
that
you
had
a
serpent
in
your
bosom
,
"
answered
the
servant
with
hesitation
.
"
And
what
else
?
"
asked
Roderick
,
with
a
ghastly
look
at
the
man
.
"
Nothing
else
,
dear
master
,
"
replied
Scipio
,
"
only
that
the
doctor
gave
you
a
powder
,
and
that
the
snake
leaped
out
upon
the
floor
.
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
muttered
Roderick
to
himself
,
as
he
shook
his
head
,
and
pressed
his
hands
with
a
more
convulsive
force
upon
his
breast
,
"
I
feel
him
still
.
It
gnaws
me
!
It
gnaws
me
!
"
From
this
time
the
miserable
sufferer
ceased
to
shun
the
world
,
but
rather
solicited
and
forced
himself
upon
the
notice
of
acquaintances
and
strangers
.
It
was
partly
the
result
of
desperation
on
finding
that
the
cavern
of
his
own
bosom
had
not
proved
deep
and
dark
enough
to
hide
the
secret
,
even
while
it
was
so
secure
a
fortress
for
the
loathsome
fiend
that
had
crept
into
it
.
But
still
more
,
this
craving
for
notoriety
was
a
symptom
of
the
intense
morbidness
which
now
pervaded
his
nature
.
All
persons
chronically
diseased
are
egotists
,
whether
the
disease
be
of
the
mind
or
body
;
whether
it
be
sin
,
sorrow
,
or
merely
the
more
tolerable
calamity
of
some
endless
pain
,
or
mischief
among
the
cords
of
mortal
life
.
Such
individuals
are
made
acutely
conscious
of
a
self
,
by
the
torture
in
which
it
dwells
.
Self
,
therefore
,
grows
to
be
so
prominent
an
object
with
them
that
they
cannot
but
present
it
to
the
face
of
every
casual
passer
-
by
.
There
is
a
pleasure
—
perhaps
the
greatest
of
which
the
sufferer
is
susceptible
—
in
displaying
the
wasted
or
ulcerated
limb
,
or
the
cancer
in
the
breast
;
and
the
fouler
the
crime
,
with
so
much
the
more
difficulty
does
the
perpetrator
prevent
it
from
thrusting
up
its
snake
-
like
head
to
frighten
the
world
;
for
it
is
that
cancer
,
or
that
crime
,
which
constitutes
their
respective
individuality
.
Roderick
Elliston
,
who
,
a
little
while
before
,
had
held
himself
so
scornfully
above
the
common
lot
of
men
,
now
paid
full
allegiance
to
this
humiliating
law
.
The
snake
in
his
bosom
seemed
the
symbol
of
a
monstrous
egotism
to
which
everything
was
referred
,
and
which
he
pampered
,
night
and
day
,
with
a
continual
and
exclusive
sacrifice
of
devil
worship
.
He
soon
exhibited
what
most
people
considered
indubitable
tokens
of
insanity
.
In
some
of
his
moods
,
strange
to
say
,
he
prided
and
gloried
himself
on
being
marked
out
from
the
ordinary
experience
of
mankind
,
by
the
possession
of
a
double
nature
,
and
a
life
within
a
life
.
He
appeared
to
imagine
that
the
snake
was
a
divinity
,
—
not
celestial
,
it
is
true
,
but
darkly
infernal
,
—
and
that
he
thence
derived
an
eminence
and
a
sanctity
,
horrid
,
indeed
,
yet
more
desirable
than
whatever
ambition
aims
at
.
Thus
he
drew
his
misery
around
him
like
a
regal
mantle
,
and
looked
down
triumphantly
upon
those
whose
vitals
nourished
no
deadly
monster
.
Oftener
,
however
,
his
human
nature
asserted
its
empire
over
him
in
the
shape
of
a
yearning
for
fellowship
.
It
grew
to
be
his
custom
to
spend
the
whole
day
in
wandering
about
the
streets
,
aimlessly
,
unless
it
might
be
called
an
aim
to
establish
a
species
of
brotherhood
between
himself
and
the
world
.
With
cankered
ingenuity
,
he
sought
out
his
own
disease
in
every
breast
.
Whether
insane
or
not
,
he
showed
so
keen
a
perception
of
frailty
,
error
,
and
vice
,
that
many
persons
gave
him
credit
for
being
possessed
not
merely
with
a
serpent
,
but
with
an
actual
fiend
,
who
imparted
this
evil
faculty
of
recognizing
whatever
was
ugliest
in
man
’
s
heart
.
For
instance
,
he
met
an
individual
,
who
,
for
thirty
years
,
had
cherished
a
hatred
against
his
own
brother
.
Roderick
,
amidst
the
throng
of
the
street
,
laid
his
hand
on
this
man
’
s
chest
,
and
looking
full
into
his
forbidding
face
,
"
How
is
the
snake
to
-
day
?
"
he
inquired
,
with
a
mock
expression
of
sympathy
.
