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All was again silent, but his words rang in my ears. I burned

with rage to pursue the murderer of my peace and precipitate him

into the ocean. I walked up and down my room hastily and

perturbed, while my imagination conjured up a thousand images to

torment and sting me. Why had I not followed him and closed with

him in mortal strife? But I had suffered him to depart, and he

had directed his course towards the mainland. I shuddered to

think who might be the next victim sacrificed to his insatiate

revenge. And then I thought again of his words-"_I will be with

you on your wedding-night._" That, then, was the period fixed for

the fulfilment of my destiny. In that hour I should die and at

once satisfy and extinguish his malice.