Strona 340 z 483

"The hour of my irresolution is past, and the period of your

power is arrived. Your threats cannot move me to do an act of

wickedness; but they confirm me in a determination of not

creating you a companion in vice. Shall I, in cool blood, set

loose upon the earth a daemon whose delight is in death and

wretchedness? Begone! I am firm, and your words will only

exasperate my rage."

The monster saw my determination in my face and gnashed his teeth

in the impotence of anger. "Shall each man," cried he, "find a

wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone?

I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by

detestation and scorn. Man! You may hate, but beware! Your hours

will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which

must ravish from you your happiness for ever. Are you to be happy

while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast

my other passions, but revenge remains-revenge, henceforth dearer

than light or food! I may die, but first you, my tyrant and

tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware,

for I am fearless and therefore powerful. I will watch with the

wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you

shall repent of the injuries you inflict."