That his station was at some distance, that his attitude was not menacing, that his ominous visage was concealed, may account for my now escaping a shock, violent as those which were past.

I withdrew my eyes, but was not again deserted by my senses.
On perceiving that I had recovered my sensibility, he lifted his head.
This motion attracted my attention.

His countenance was mild, but sorrow and astonishment sat upon his features.

I averted my eyes and feebly exclaimed--"O! fly--fly far and for ever!--I cannot behold you and live!" He did not rise upon his feet, but clasped his hands, and said in a tone of deprecation--"I will fly.

I am become a fiend, the sight of whom destroys.