Cursed,cursed,creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?
The cold stars shone in mockery, and the bare trees waved their branches above me; now now and then the sweet voice of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness.
We can never again inhabit you cottage. The life of my father is in the greatest danger, owning to the dreadful circumstances that I have related. My wife and my sister will never recover from their horror.
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