Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
view of the side of the island where she was. Hastening around the base
of the volcano, he reached the defiles leading to that part of the isle
where he had periodically fulfilled his dreadful destiny as a Wehr-Wolf.
Carefully avoiding the outskirts of the forest and the knots of large
trees, he proceeded toward the shore; and his heart was rent with
feelings of deep anguish as he everywhere beheld the traces of
destruction left behind him by his recent run in the horrible form of a
savage monster. Then, too, when melancholy thoughts had once again
entered his soul, the image of Nisida appeared to flit before him in the
most tempting manner; and the more he endeavored to banish from his
memory the recollection of her charms, the more vividly delineated did
they become.
At length jealousy took possession of him;--and suddenly stopping short
in his progress toward the shore, he exclaimed aloud, "What if she
should be wooed and won by another? If she return to her native land, as
assuredly she now will, she may meet some handsome and elegant cavalier
who will succeed in winning her passions:--and I--I, who love her so
well--shall be forgotten! Oh! this is madness! To think that another may
possess her, clasp her in his arms, press his lips to hers, feel her
fragrant breath fan his cheek, play with the rich tresses of her
beauteous hair, oh! no, no, the bare thought is enough to goad me to
despair! She must not depart thus, we have separated, if not in anger at
least abruptly, too abruptly, considering how we have loved, and that we
have wedded each other in the sight of Heaven! Heaven!" repeated Wagner,
his tone changing from despair to a deep solemnity; "heaven! Oh! I
rejoice that I gave utterance to the word;--for it reminds me that to
regain my Nisida I must lose heaven!"
And, as if to fly from his own reflections, he rushed on toward the sea;
and there he stopped to gaze, as oft before he had gazed, on the mighty
expanse, seeming, in the liquid sunlight, as it stretched away from the
yellow sand, a resplendent lake of molten silver bounded by a golden
shore.
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