Some feeling of remorse appeared to touch his cruel breast; as I
left the house he called after me, 'Anthony, Anthony, to-morrow
night I will do you justice.' I will go to him no more. I feel that
we have parted for ever.
"_Thursday evening._--The old man has deceived me--has jested with
my distress. I could curse him, but I have not done so. To-night we
shall have a fearful reckoning; yes, to-night he will be forced to
do me justice.
"Godfrey has been with me. He discovered the cruel trick which the
unnatural wretch who calls himself my father had played me--and he
laughed. How could he laugh at such a melancholy instance of
depravity? Godfrey should have been this man's son. In some things
they resemble each other. Yes, he laughed at the trick. Is the idea
of goodness existing in the human heart a mere dream? Are men all
devils, or have some more tact to conceal their origin than others?
I begin to suspect myself and all mankind. I will go once more to
that hard-hearted man; if he refuses to grant my request, I will
die at his feet. Last night I attempted suicide, but my good angel
prevailed. To-night is my hour, and the power of darkness. Will he
feel no touch of remorse when he beholds his neglected
son--lost--bleeding--dying at his feet?
"Oh, that you were near to save me from myself! An unseen power
seems hurrying, drawing me to perdition.
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