"My enemy! my rival! ruiner of my hopes!--_my brother_!--_my twin brother_!" I muttered bitterly between my ground teeth.
The boat did not make to the open sea: it skulked along the shore, till distance and shadow scarcely allowed me to trace the outline of Gerald's figure.

It then touched the beach, and I could just descry the dim shape of another man enter; and Gerald, instead of returning homewards, pushed out towards the islet.

I spent the greater part of the night in the open air.

Wearied and exhausted by the furious indulgence of my passions, I gained my room at length.

There, however, as elsewhere, thought succeeded to thought, and scheme to scheme.