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When the chamber became darkened, Ferrand's agony ceased by degrees, and he said to Polidori, "Why did you wait so long before you put out this lamp? Was it to make me endure all the torments of the damned? Oh, what I have suffered! Oh, heaven! how I have suffered!" "Now do you suffer less?" "I still experience a violent irritation, but it is nothing to what I felt just now.
The sight of her chamber will kill you." "Cecily awaits me there." "You shall not go I hold you," said Polidori, seizing the notary by the arm. Jacques Ferrand, arrived at the last stage of weakness, could not struggle against Polidori, who held him with a vigorous hand. "You wish to prevent me from going to find Cecily?"
It might be added that his nephew, not only a poet but a leader in poetic thought, deeply resented the insulting terms in which Byron wrote of Polidori, and, although h deeply admired the genius of Byron, did not fail to note where any weakness of form could be found in his work such is human nature, and so is poetic justice meted out.
In the Highland cottage, during the rain eternal, he amused himself with writing his story, as Shelley, Byron, Polidori, and Mary Godwin had diverted themselves in Swiss wet weather, with their ghost stories, "Frankenstein," and Byron's good opening of a romance of a vampire. Visitors came Mr. Colvin, Mr. Gosse, and Dr.
"No, no," answered Polidori, casting a look at the notary which he well understood, "it gives me great pleasure to hear from your own lips the noble sentiments which have guided you in this work of philanthropy." "So be it I will read," said the notary, hastily, taking up a paper which lay upon his desk.
Polidori, for a long time the accomplice of Jacques Ferrand, knew the crimes and secret thoughts of the scoundrel; hence he could not suppress a malicious smile on seeing him forced to read this paper, dictated by Rudolph. As will be seen, the prince showed himself inexorable in the logical manner with which he punished the notary. Lustful he tortured him by lust. Covetous by covetousness.
"'Did not madame propose to you to come here to murder the Count d'Orbigny, as you had murdered his wife? "'Alas! I cannot deny it, said Polidori. "'At this overwhelming revelation, my father arose on his feet; he showed the door to my step-mother; then, extending his arms toward me, he cried, in a broken voice, 'In the name of your unfortunate mother, pardon me, pardon me!
'What I say, I will prove, madame. 'Such an accusation is frightful! said my father. "'I shall leave this house at once, since in it I am exposed to such atrocious calumnies! said Dr. Polidori, with the assumed indignation of a man whose honor was outraged. Beginning to feel the danger of his position, he doubtless wished to fly.
She wished to lead my father away, and leave me alone with Polidori, who, in this extreme case, would have doubtless employed violence to force from me the vial, which might furnish evident proof of his designs.
To consecrate all his fortune to such an institution ah! it is admirable!" "More than a million, M. l'Abbe," said Polidori, "more than a million, amassed by dint of order, economy, and probity; and yet there are those who accuse Jacques of avarice! How, said they, his office brings him in fifty or sixty thousand francs a year, and he lives like a miser!"
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