"All!" replied he: "he spared NOT ONE!" Allow me, my friends, to close my eyes upon the after-scene. Why should I protract a tale which I already begin to feel is too long? Over this scene at least let me pass lightly. Here, indeed, my narrative would be imperfect. All was tempestuous commotion in my heart and in my brain. I hav

letter!—Isabel,—sister,—brother,—me, me—my sacred father!—This is some accursed dream!—nay,