1 I love Elizabeth and look forward to our union with delight.
2 She looked steadily on life and assumed its duties with courage and zeal.
3 While I still hung over her in the agony of despair, I happened to look up.
4 Below this picture was a miniature of William; and my tears flowed when I looked upon it.
5 Now I could only answer my father with a look of despair and endeavour to hide myself from his view.
6 I am an unfortunate and deserted creature, I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth.
7 We were told this when young, and taught to look forward to it as an event that would certainly take place.
8 My tale was not one to announce publicly; its astounding horror would be looked upon as madness by the vulgar.
9 The brave fellows whom I have persuaded to be my companions look towards me for aid, but I have none to bestow.
10 The woman asked her what she did there, but she looked very strangely and only returned a confused and unintelligible answer.
11 I well knew that if any other had communicated such a relation to me, I should have looked upon it as the ravings of insanity.
12 A tear seemed to dim her eye when she saw us, but she quickly recovered herself, and a look of sorrowful affection seemed to attest her utter guiltlessness.
13 His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the world-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination.
14 For an instant I dared to shake off my chains and look around me with a free and lofty spirit, but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self.
15 I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived and long for the moment when these hands will meet my eyes, when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more.
16 Now all was blasted; instead of that serenity of conscience which allowed me to look back upon the past with self-satisfaction, and from thence to gather promise of new hopes, I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe.
17 The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food; but a circumstance that happened when I arrived on the confines of Switzerland, when the sun had recovered its warmth and the earth again began to look green, confirmed in an especial manner the bitterness and horror of my feelings.
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