The phrenzy that lately prompted me to blood was gone; my state was desperate; my rescue was impossible.
The weight of these accumulated thoughts could not be borne.

My sight became confused; my limbs were seized with convulsion; I spoke, but my words were half-formed:-- "Spare me, my brother! Look down, righteous Judge! snatch me from this fate! take away this fury from him, or turn it elsewhere!" Such was the agony of my thoughts, that I noticed not steps entering my apartment.

Supplicating eyes were cast upward, but when my prayer was breathed, I once more wildly gazed at the door.

A form met my sight: I shuddered as if the God whom I invoked were present.

It was Carwin that again intruded, and who stood before me, erect in attitude, and stedfast in look! The sight of him awakened new and rapid thoughts.