While I still hung over her in the agony of despair, I happened to look up. The windows of the room had before been [darkened; and] <darkened, and> I felt a kind of panic on seeing the pale yellow light of the moon illuminate the chamber. The shutters had been thrown back; and, with a sensation of horror not to be described, I saw at the open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred. A grin was on the face of the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish finger he pointed towards the corpse of my wife. I rushed towards the window, and drawing a pistol from my bosom, [shot;] <fired:> but he eluded me, leaped from his station, and, running with the swiftness of lightning, plunged into the lake.
The report of the pistol brought a crowd into the room. I pointed to the spot where he had disappeared, and we followed the track with boats; nets were cast, but in vain. After passing several hours, we returned hopeless, most of my companions believing it to have been a form conjured <up> by my fancy. After having landed, they proceeded to search the country, parties going in different directions among the woods and vines.
I [did not accompany them; I was exhausted:] <attempted to accompany them, and proceeded a short distance from the house; but my head whirled round, my steps were like those of a drunken man, I fell at last in a state of utter exhaustion;> a film covered my eyes, and my skin was parched with the heat of fever. In this state I [lay] <was carried back, and placed> on a bed, hardly conscious of what had happened; my eyes wandered round the room, as if to seek something that I had lost.
[At length I remembered that my father would anxiously expect the return of Elizabeth and myself, and that I must return alone. This reflection brought tears into my eyes, and I wept for a long time] <After an interval, I arose, and, as if by instinct, crawled into the room where the corpse of my beloved lay. There were women weeping around -- I hung over it, and joined my sad tears to theirs -- all this time no distinct idea presented itself to my mind>; but my thoughts rambled to various subjects, reflecting <confusedly> on my misfortunes, and their cause. I was bewildered in a cloud of wonder and horror. The death of William, the execution of Justine, the murder of Clerval, and lastly of my wife; even at that moment I knew not that my only remaining friends were safe from the malignity of the fiend; my father even now might be writhing under his grasp, and Ernest might be dead at his feet. This idea made me shudder, and recalled me to action. I started up, and resolved to return to Geneva with all possible speed.