"'Do not tell the world,' he cried. 'It is enough that you know
it. Are you pleased that you have driven your father to
self-destruction? Will it make your life in this house, in which
you have vowed to remain, any happier? I told you that your sin
should be on your head, and it will be. For, listen to me: now
in this last dreadful hour, I command you, heartless and
disobedient one, to keep that vow. By this awful death, by the
despair which has driven me to it, beware of leaving these
doors. In your anger you swore to remain within these walls; in
your remorse see that you keep that oath. Not for love, not for
hatred, dare to cross the threshold, or I will denounce you in
the grave where I shall be gone, and my curse shall be upon
you.'
"He had risen in his passion as he uttered these words, but he
sank back as he finished, and I thought he was dead.
"Terrified, crushed, I sank upon my knees, having no words with
which to plead for the mercy for which I now longed. The next
minute a horrible groan burst upon my ear.
"'It eats--it burns into my vitals. The suffering has
come,--the suffering which I have often noted with unconcern in
the animals upon which I had tested it. I cannot bear it; I had
rather live. Get me the antidote; there, there in the long,
narrow drawer in the cabinet by the wall! Not there, not there!'
he shrieked, as I stumbled over the floor, which seemed to rise
in waves beneath my feet. 'The other cabinet, the other drawer;
_you are where the poison is_.'
"I halted; weights seemed to be upon my feet; I could not move.
He was writhing in agony on the floor; he no longer seemed to
know where I stood.
{ "'The antidote!' he moaned, 'the antidote!' }
{ I burst the bonds which held me, and leaving open }
{ the drawer which I had half pulled out in my eagerness }
{ to relieve him, I rushed across the room to the }
{ cabinet he had pointed out. }
{ }
{ "'The long drawer,' he murmured, 'the one }
{ like the other. Pull it hard; it is not locked!' }
{ }
{ "I tried to do as he commanded, but my hand }
{ slid helplessly from drawer to drawer. I could }
{ hardly see. He moaned and shrieked again. }
{ }
{ "'The long one, I say, the long one!' }
{ }
{ "As he spoke my hand touched it. }
{ }
{ "'I have it,' I panted forth. }
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