1 I am well acquainted with the accused.
2 You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature.
3 She weeps continually, and accuses herself unjustly as the cause of his death; her words pierce my heart.
4 She sometimes begged Justine to forgive her unkindness, but much oftener accused her of having caused the deaths of her brothers and sister.
5 She most of all," said Ernest, "requires consolation; she accused herself of having caused the death of my brother, and that made her very wretched.
6 The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forgo their hold.
7 When I had concluded my narration I said, "This is the being whom I accuse and for whose seizure and punishment I call upon you to exert your whole power."
8 Elizabeth saw even this last resource, her excellent dispositions and irreproachable conduct, about to fail the accused, when, although violently agitated, she desired permission to address the court.
9 My father had often, during my imprisonment, heard me make the same assertion; when I thus accused myself, he sometimes seemed to desire an explanation, and at others he appeared to consider it as the offspring of delirium, and that, during my illness, some idea of this kind had presented itself to my imagination, the remembrance of which I preserved in my convalescence.