How I have lived I hardly know; many times have I stretched my failing limbs upon the sandy plain and prayed for death.

But revenge kept me alive; I dared not die and leave my adversary in being.
When I quitted Geneva my first labour was to gain some clue by which I might trace the steps of my fiendish enemy.

But my plan was unsettled, and I wandered many hours round the confines of the town, uncertain what path I should pursue.

As night approached I found myself at the entrance of the cemetery where William, Elizabeth, and my father reposed.

I entered it and approached the tomb which marked their graves.