Reappearing, in the last chapter, to compass the high-souled Wolfstein's destruction, Ginotti, _alias_ Nempere, is left eventually in the darksome vaults of St. Irvyne's ruinous abbey, to endure 'a dateless and hopeless eternity of horror,' as a gigantic and conscious skeleton, with 'two pale and ghastly flames glaring in his eyeless sockets.' The way in which the narrative is wound up surpasses all human understanding. After 'fitting' the manuscript for the press, Mr. John Joseph Stockdale may well have entreated Shelley to reconsider some passages of the story, and to explain or alter, certain matters of the _dénouement_. In answer to the publisher's request for explanations and further instructions, Shelley wrote lightly from University College, Oxford, on 14th November, 1810:-- 'Dear Sir,--I return you the Romance by this day's coach. I am much obligated by the trouble you have taken to fit it for the press. I am myself by no means a good hand at correction, but I think I have obviated the principal objections which you allege. 'Ginotti, as you will see, did _not_ die by Wolfstein's hand, but by the influence of that natural magic which, when the secret was imparted to the latter, destroyed him.--Mountfort being a character of inferior import, I did not think it necessary to state the catastrophe of _him_, as at best it could be but uninteresting.--Eloise and Fitzeustace, are married and happy I suppose, and Megalena dies by the same means as Wolfstein.--I do not myself see any other explanation that is required.--As to the method of publishing it, I think, as it is a thing which almost _mechanically_ sells to circulating libraries, &c., I would wish it to be published on my _own_ account. 'I am surprised that you have not received the _Wandering Jew_, and, in consequence write to Mr. Ballantyne to mention it; you will doubtlessly therefore, receive it soon.--Should you still perceive in the romance any error of flagrant incoherency, &c., it must be altered, but I should conceive it will (being wholly so abrupt) not require it. I am your sincere humble servant, Percy B. Shelley. 'Shall you make this in one or two volumes? Mr. Robinson, of Paternoster Row, published _Zastrozzi_.'