Here the menaces of murder were wafted to
my ear; and here these menaces were executed.
These thoughts had a tendency to take from me my self-command. My
feeble limbs refused to support me, and I sunk upon a chair.
Incoherent and half-articulate exclamations escaped my lips. The
name of Carwin was uttered and eternal woes--woes like that which
his malice had entailed upon us--were heaped upon him. I invoked
all-seeing heaven to drag to light and punish this betrayer, and
accused its providence for having thus long delayed the retribution
that was due to so enormous a guilt.
I have said that the window shutters were closed. A feeble light,
however, found entrance through the crevices. A small window
illuminated the closet, and, the door being closed, a dim ray
streamed through the keyhole. A kind of twilight was thus created,
sufficient for the purposes of vision, but, at the same time,
involving all minuter objects in obscurity.
This darkness suited the color of my thoughts. I sickened at the
remembrance of the past. The prospect of the future excited my
loathing.
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