[Wieland; or The Transformation by Charles Brockden Brown]@TWC D-Link bookWieland; or The Transformation CHAPTER XXVI 9/12
Ruffian or devil, black as hell or bright as angels, thenceforth he was nothing to me.
I was incapable of sparing a look or a thought from the ruin that was spread at my feet. When he left me, I was scarcely conscious of any variation in the scene. He informed the inhabitants of the hut of what had passed, and they flew to the spot.
Careless of his own safety, he hasted to the city to inform my friends of my condition. My uncle speedily arrived at the house.
The body of Wieland was removed from my presence, and they supposed that I would follow it; but no, my home is ascertained; here I have taken up my rest, and never will I go hence, till, like Wieland, I am borne to my grave. Importunity was tried in vain: they threatened to remove me by violence--nay, violence was used; but my soul prizes too dearly this little roof to endure to be bereaved of it.
Force should not prevail when the hoary locks and supplicating tears of my uncle were ineffectual.
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