eyes on the pangs of the devoted victims of my vengeance."
"The bells were ringing to summon the inhabitants to the church when I made my appearance in the market-place: I was soon known by the inhabitants, who were going to church, and every one who met me started back at the sight of me. Having always been very fond of children, I could not resist the involuntary impulse of giving a penny to a boy who was skiping by; he stared at me for a moment and then threw the money in my face. If my blood had not been heated so much, I should have recollected that my long and burly beard had frightened the poor boy; however, my polluted heart had infected my reason, and tears, which I never had shed in my life, were trickling down my cheeks."
"The boy does not know who I am, nor whence I came, said I, half loud to myself,"and
