in my veins as I beheld the author of all my misfortunes; and this very man whom I hated most among the whole human race, was within reach of my fusee: Infernal joy thrilled my whole frame, I would not have exchanged my gun for the universe; the burning revenge which 'till then had been rankling in my bosom, rose up into my finger's end, which was going to put an end to my adversary's life; however an invisible hand seemed to retain my arm to prevent the horrid deed: I trembled violently as I directed my gun against my foe—a chilly sweat bedewed my face—my teeth began to chatter, as if a fever frost had seized my frame—methought I felt the icy fang of death upon my heart, and every nerve was quivering."
"I hesitated a minute—one more elapsed—and now a third. Revenge and conscience were struggling violently for victory—the former gained and Robert lay weltering in his blood!———"
"My
