Till I am breathless and cold, they must continue to hover in my
sight.
Carwin, as I said, had left the room; but he still lingered in the
house. My voice summoned him to my aid; but I scarcely noticed his
reentrance, and now faintly recollect his terrified looks, his
broken exclamations, his vehement avowals of innocence, the
effusions of his pity for me, and his offers of assistance.
I did not listen--I answered him not--I ceased to upbraid or
accuse. His guilt was a point to which I was indifferent. Ruffian
or devil, black as hell or bright as angels, thenceforth he was
nothing to me. I was incapable of sparing a look or a thought from
the ruin that was spread at my feet.
When he left me, I was scarcely conscious of any variation in the
scene. He informed the inhabitants of the hut of what had passed,
and they flew to the spot. Careless of his own safety, he hasted
to the city to inform my friends of my condition.
My uncle speedily arrived at the house. The body of Wieland was
removed from my presence, and they supposed that I would follow it;
but no, my home is ascertained; here I have taken up my rest, and
never will I go hence, till, like Wieland, I am borne to my grave.
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