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"
This
is
awful
indeed
!
"
exclaimed
the
sculptor
—
"
an
awful
infliction
,
whether
it
be
actual
or
imaginary
.
Tell
me
,
Roderick
Elliston
,
is
there
any
remedy
for
this
loathsome
evil
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
an
impossible
one
,
"
muttered
Roderick
,
as
he
lay
wallowing
with
his
face
in
the
grass
.
"
Could
I
for
one
moment
forget
myself
,
the
serpent
might
not
abide
within
me
.
It
is
my
diseased
self
-
contemplation
that
has
engendered
and
nourished
him
.
"
"
Then
forget
yourself
,
my
husband
,
"
said
a
gentle
voice
above
him
;
"
forget
yourself
in
the
idea
of
another
!
"
Rosina
had
emerged
from
the
arbor
,
and
was
bending
over
him
with
the
shadow
of
his
anguish
reflected
in
her
countenance
,
yet
so
mingled
with
hope
and
unselfish
love
that
all
anguish
seemed
but
an
earthly
shadow
and
a
dream
.
She
touched
Roderick
with
her
hand
.
A
tremor
shivered
through
his
frame
.
At
that
moment
,
if
report
be
trustworthy
,
the
sculptor
beheld
a
waving
motion
through
the
grass
,
and
heard
a
tinkling
sound
,
as
if
something
had
plunged
into
the
fountain
.
Be
the
truth
as
it
might
,
it
is
certain
that
Roderick
Elliston
sat
up
like
a
man
renewed
,
restored
to
his
right
mind
,
and
rescued
from
the
fiend
which
had
so
miserably
overcome
him
in
the
battle
-
field
of
his
own
breast
.
"
Rosina
!
"
cried
he
,
in
broken
and
passionate
tones
,
but
with
nothing
of
the
wild
wail
that
had
haunted
his
voice
so
long
,
"
forgive
!
forgive
!
"
Her
happy
tears
bedewed
his
face
.
"
The
punishment
has
been
severe
,
"
observed
the
sculptor
.
"
Even
Justice
might
now
forgive
;
how
much
more
a
woman
’
s
tenderness
!
Roderick
Elliston
,
whether
the
serpent
was
a
physical
reptile
,
or
whether
the
morbidness
of
your
nature
suggested
that
symbol
to
your
fancy
,
the
moral
of
the
story
is
not
the
less
true
and
strong
.
A
tremendous
Egotism
,
manifesting
itself
in
your
case
in
the
form
of
jealousy
,
is
as
fearful
a
fiend
as
ever
stole
into
the
human
heart
Can
a
breast
,
where
it
has
dwelt
so
long
,
be
purified
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Rosina
with
a
heavenly
smile
.
"
The
serpent
was
but
a
dark
fantasy
,
and
what
it
typified
was
as
shadowy
as
itself
.
The
past
,
dismal
as
it
seems
,
shall
fling
no
gloom
upon
the
future
.
To
give
it
its
due
importance
we
must
think
of
it
but
as
an
anecdote
in
our
Eternity
.
"
