I sought and found the manuscript where I was used to deposit it.

This being secured, there was nothing to detain me; yet I stood and contemplated awhile the furniture and walls of my chamber.

I remembered how long this apartment had been a sweet and tranquil asylum; I compared its former state with its present dreariness, and reflected that I now beheld it for the last time.
Here it was that the incomprehensible behaviour of Carwin was witnessed: this the stage on which that enemy of man shewed himself for a moment unmasked.

Here the menaces of murder were wafted to my ear; and here these menaces were executed.
These thoughts had a tendency to take from me my self-command.

My feeble limbs refused to support me, and I sunk upon a chair.