It was a feeling of blood, a sensation like that of grasping the strangling throat of an enemy.

I started from it with horror.

For the first time a thought of murder had risen up in my bosom; and I quenched it with the natural abhorrence of a nature prone to mildness and peace.
"I reached my chamber, and, exhausted alike in mind and body, I threw myself upon my bed, but not to sleep.

A sense of my utter desolation and loneliness came over me, blended with a feeling of bitter and unmerited wrong.

I recollected the many manifestations of affection which I had received from her who had that day given herself, in the presence of Heaven, to another; and I called to mind the thousand sacrifices I had made to her lightest caprices, to every shade and variation of her temper; and then came the maddening consciousness of the black ingratitude which had requited such tenderness.