Yet tell me my offence! You have linked curses with my name; you ascribe to me a malice monstrous and infernal.

I look around; all is loneliness and desert! This house and your brother's are solitary and dismantled! You die away at the sight of me! My fear whispers that some deed of horror has been perpetrated; that I am the undesigning cause." What language was this?
Had he not avowed himself a ravisher?
Had not this chamber witnessed his atrocious purposes?
I besought him with new vehemence to go.
He lifted his eyes--"Great heaven! what have I done?
I think I know the extent of my offences.

I have acted, but my actions have possibly effected more than I designed.

This fear has brought me back from my retreat.

I come to repair the evil of which my rashness was the cause, and to prevent more evil.