I related to ---- the whole of my adventures at Naples. I hid nothing
from her excepting that our children might be infected with the same
disease. Many reasons prevented my naming this. She was too delicate
for me to allude to such a circumstance; I was willing to run all
hazards of my posterity inheriting so dreadful a disease. My father had
done as I intended to do; and the remedy was as open to _my_ offspring
as to myself, for had not the cloaked stranger told me that "the tail
would grow again"? Even without such growth, had it not notches enough
for a whole line of my posterity, supposing them all in want of such a
restorative.
There was a pause of a full minute ere she spoke; her cheek was
blanched, and her hand trembled in mine.
"Theodore, I know not what to think, whether from madness or from
sanity comes your wondrous tale; but I will go through it, come what
may. I will see this being; and, should he be indeed the author of all
evil, out of evil shall come good, for I have courage, for your dear
sake, to take from him the horrid remedy; but speak not of it, even
to your mother or your sisters. Ah, poor Emily! she too may need such
help! I will procure enough for her also."
Every thing was arranged. I was in that state that all I demanded was
granted to me, for they feared to oppose my wishes. I entered the
travelling carriage with my beautiful betrothed.
We had no attendants. We drove to the same hotel in which I had been
before. We were shown into the same room; but the marks upon the floor
were gone,--new boards were there. We ordered dinner _for three_; and I
went out in search of the cloaked stranger.
It may seem strange that those who seek the devil, should seek in vain;
but what is so perverse as the Origin of Evil?
Towards the close of day I however brought him in, as lofty,
proud-looking, and handsome as ever; his features bore the stamp of
angelic beauty; but, alas! the expression was--_the fallen angel_. He
saluted with much politeness, nay, even kindness, my lovely friend; and
we entered at once upon the business.
When he heard _who_ was to perform the operation, he absolutely turned
pale, and made a thousand objections. Some other person might be found;
but I, fool that I was! overruled them all, and insisted on it, that
she was the purest person that I knew on earth.
He then endeavoured to intimidate her; but she was resolute, though her
lip quivered. We had a long argument about it, and most subtle was his
reasoning. Yet he seemed as if he had no power absolutely to refuse.
Reluctantly he drew from a secret pocket in his cloak a small steel
hatchet, with many figures inscribed upon it. She received it at his
hands; but I observed a fixedness in her beautiful eyes, and a rigidity
about her mouth, that I did not like; still she grasped the shining
instrument, and hesitated not. But, when his cloak fell off, oh, what a
look of horror did those dear eyes assume!
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