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Walton, in continuation
"DoyouthinkthatIwasthendeadtoagonyandremorse?He,"hecontinued,pointingtothecorpse,"hesufferednotintheconsummationofthedeed.Oh!Nottheten-thousandthportionoftheanguishthatwasmineduringthelingeringdetailofitsexecution.Afrightfulselfishnesshurriedmeon,whilemyheartwaspoisonedwithremorse.ThinkyouthatthegroansofClervalweremusictomyears?Myheartwasfashionedtobesusceptibleofloveandsympathy,andwhenwrenchedbymiserytoviceandhatred,itdidnotenduretheviolenceofthechangewithouttorturesuchasyoucannotevenimagine.
"AfterthemurderofClervalIreturnedtoSwitzerland,heart-brokenandovercome.IpitiedFrankenstein;mypityamountedtohorror;Iabhorredmyself.ButwhenIdiscoveredthathe,theauthoratonceofmyexistenceandofitsunspeakabletorments,daredtohopeforhappiness,thatwhileheaccumulatedwretchednessanddespairuponmehesoughthisownenjoymentinfeelingsandpassionsfromtheindulgenceofwhichIwasforeverbarred,thenimpotentenvyandbitterindignationfilledmewithaninsatiablethirstforvengeance.Irecollectedmythreatandresolvedthatitshouldbeaccomplished.IknewthatIwaspreparingformyselfadeadlytorture,butIwastheslave,notthemaster,ofanimpulsewhichIdetestedyetcouldnotdisobey.Yetwhenshedied!Nay,thenIwasnotmiserable.Ihadcastoffallfeeling,subduedallanguish,toriotintheexcessofmydespair.Evilthenceforthbecamemygood.
