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In which the old Man launches forth into his favourite Theme, and relates a Story about a queer Clie

           

           ‘Thatnight,inthesilenceanddesolationofhismiserableroom,thewretchedmankneltdownbythedeadbodyofhiswife,andcalledonGodtowitnessaterribleoath,thatfromthathour,hedevotedhimselftorevengeherdeathandthatofhischild;thatthenceforthtothelastmomentofhislife,hiswholeenergiesshouldbedirectedtothisoneobject;thathisrevengeshouldbeprotractedandterrible;thathishatredshouldbeundyingandinextinguishable;andshouldhuntitsobjectthroughtheworld.

           ‘Thedeepestdespair,andpassionscarcelyhuman,hadmadesuchfierceravagesonhisfaceandform,inthatonenight,thathiscompanionsinmisfortuneshrankaffrightedfromhimashepassedby.Hiseyeswerebloodshotandheavy,hisfaceadeadlywhite,andhisbodybentasifwithage.Hehadbittenhisunderlipnearlythroughintheviolenceofhismentalsuffering,andthebloodwhichhadflowedfromthewoundhadtrickleddownhischin,andstainedhisshirtandneckerchief.Notear,orsoundofcomplaintescapedhim;buttheunsettledlook,anddisorderedhastewithwhichhepacedupanddowntheyard,denotedthefeverwhichwasburningwithin.

           ‘Itwasnecessarythathiswife’sbodyshouldberemovedfromtheprison,withoutdelay.Hereceivedthecommunicationwithperfectcalmness,andacquiescedinitspropriety.

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