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I would have made a pilgrimage to the highest peak of the Andes,

could I, when there, have precipitated him to their base. I

wished to see him again, that I might wreak the utmost extent of

abhorrence on his head and avenge the deaths of William and

Justine.

Our house was the house of mourning. My father's health was

deeply shaken by the horror of the recent events. Elizabeth was

sad and desponding; she no longer took delight in her ordinary

occupations; all pleasure seemed to her sacrilege toward the

dead; eternal woe and tears she then thought was the just tribute

she should pay to innocence so blasted and destroyed. She was no

longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me

on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future

prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us

from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence

quenched her dearest smiles.