You have never been the same man since that fatal night.

It is of the prediction you would speak ?" "It is.

I must tell my son.

I must warn him of the unutterable horror to come.

Oh, my boy! my boy! what will become of you when you learn your horrible doom ?" "Papa," the lad said, softly, but growing very white, "I don't understand--what horror?
what doom?
Tell me, and see how I will bear it.