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           Nothinginhumanshapecouldhavedestroyedthefairchild.HEwasthemurderer!Icouldnotdoubtit.Themerepresenceoftheideawasanirresistibleproofofthefact.Ithoughtofpursuingthedevil;butitwouldhavebeeninvain,foranotherflashdiscoveredhimtomehangingamongtherocksofthenearlyperpendicularascentofMontSaleve,ahillthatboundsPlainpalaisonthesouth.Hesoonreachedthesummit,anddisappeared.

           Iremainedmotionless.Thethunderceased;buttherainstillcontinued,andthescenewasenvelopedinanimpenetrabledarkness.IrevolvedinmymindtheeventswhichIhaduntilnowsoughttoforget:thewholetrainofmyprogresstowardthecreation;theappearanceoftheworksofmyownhandsatmybedside;itsdeparture.Twoyearshadnownearlyelapsedsincethenightonwhichhefirstreceivedlife;andwasthishisfirstcrime?Alas!Ihadturnedlooseintotheworldadepravedwretch,whosedelightwasincarnageandmisery;hadhenotmurderedmybrother?

           NoonecanconceivetheanguishIsufferedduringtheremainderofthenight,whichIspent,coldandwet,intheopenair.ButIdidnotfeeltheinconvenienceoftheweather;myimaginationwasbusyinscenesofevilanddespair.IconsideredthebeingwhomIhadcastamongmankind,andendowedwiththewillandpowertoeffectpurposesofhorror,suchasthedeedwhichhehadnowdone,nearlyinthelightofmyownvampire,myownspiritletloosefromthegrave,andforcedtodestroyallthatwasdeartome.

           Daydawned;andIdirectedmystepstowardsthetown.Thegateswereopen,andIhastenedtomyfather’shouse.MyfirstthoughtwastodiscoverwhatIknewofthemurderer,andcauseinstantpursuittobemade.ButIpausedwhenIreflectedonthestorythatIhadtotell.