The perpetrator of Catharine's death was
unknown to me till now; nay, it is still unknown to me."
At that moment, the closing of a door in the kitchen was distinctly
heard by us. Carwin started and paused. "There is some one
coming. I must not be found here by my enemies, and need not,
since my purpose is answered."
I had drunk in, with the most vehement attention, every word that
he had uttered. I had no breath to interrupt his tale by
interrogations or comments. The power that he spoke of was
hitherto unknown to me; its existence was incredible; it was
susceptible of no direct proof.
He owns that his were the voice and face which I heard and saw. He
attempts to give a human explanation of these phantasms but it is
enough that he owns himself to be the agent: his tale is a lie, and
his nature devilish. As he deceived me, he likewise deceived my
brother, and now do I behold the author of all our calamities!
Such were my thoughts when his pause allowed me to think. I should
have bade him begone if the silence had not been interrupted; but
now I feared no more for myself; and the milkiness of my nature was
curdled into hatred and rancor.
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