The first suggestion of my fears had been disproved by my experience.

Carwin had acknowledged his offences, and yet had escaped.

The vengeance which I had harboured had not been admitted by Wieland, and yet the evils which I had endured, compared with those inflicted on my brother, were as nothing.

I thirsted for his blood, and was tormented with an insatiable appetite for his destruction; yet my brother was unmoved, and had dismissed him in safety.

Surely thou wast more than man, while I am sunk below the beasts.
Did I place a right construction on the conduct of Wieland?
Was the error that misled him so easily rectified?
Were views so vivid and faith so strenuous thus liable to fading and to change?
Was there not reason to doubt the accuracy of my perceptions?
With images like these was my mind thronged, till the deportment of my brother called away my attention.
I saw his lips move and his eyes cast up to heaven.