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CHAP. VIII.
Thus ended the confession of the wretched guilty Rhodophil, which was not made without many breaks, pauses, and frequent refreshments, to enable him to proceed in the dreadful story; but we would not notice them to interrupt the narrative.
Ferdinand sat fixed in the chair; his eyes riveted on his brother, or occasionally thrown up to Heaven; he shuddered with horror, but spoke not a single word.
When the story was concluded, and the miserable object before him lay gasping for
