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 He now left me to myself with his usual gentleness. His eyes were, indeed, rather overcast with a melancholy gloom, and his brow was not cloudless; yet he restrained his grief at the sacrifice he had made, and spared my feelings. But, alas! what a dreadful night succeeded that fatal evening! my fever encreased after the Count's noble declaration, and the dawn of morning found me absorpt in gloomy reveries.

"This is then the fruit of thy sufferings, thy travels, observations, and resolution?" I said to myself: "thy most solemn vows, and thy vaunted friendship are wrecked upon a miserable passion? How deeply must he despise me! And has he not the greatest reason for it? Is he not greater than I? Did he not tell me that Caroline would render him happy for life, and restore his long lost hilarity to him? He never has enjoyed the bliss of love in its fullest extent, and I deprive him of it at his commencement of a new life: I, who