Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?

At these moments, I often endeavored to put an end to the existence I loathed; and it required unceasing attendance and vigilance to restrain me from committing some dreadful act of violence.

I resolved, therefore that if my immediate union with my cousin would conduce either to hers or my father’s happiness, my adversary’s design against my life should not retard it a single hour.

She was there, lifeless and inanimate, thrown across the bed, her head hanging down, and her pale and distorted features half covered by her hair.