The magistrate listened to me with attention and
"I thank you," replied I; "listen, therefore, to the deposition
that I have to make. It is indeed a tale so strange, that I
should fear you would not credit it, were there not something in
truth which, however wonderful, forces conviction. The story is
too connected to be mistaken for a dream, and I have no motive
for falsehood." My manner, as I thus addressed him, was
impressive, but calm; I had formed in my own heart a resolution
to pursue my destroyer to death; and this purpose quieted my
agony, and [provisionally] <for an
interval> reconciled me to life. I now related my
[history briefly,] <history, briefly,> but
with firmness and precision, marking the dates with accuracy,
and never deviating into invective or exclamation.
The magistrate appeared at first perfectly incredulous, but as I
continued he became more attentive and interested; I saw him
sometimes shudder with horror, at others a lively surprise,
unmingled with disbelief, was painted on his countenance.
When I had concluded my narration, I {MS said.
¶ This} {FC said: -- ¶ --This}
[said. This] <said, "This> is the being
whom I accuse, and for whose [detection]
<seizure> and punishment I call upon you to exert
your whole power. It is your duty as a magistrate, and I believe
and hope that your feelings as a man will not revolt from the
execution of those functions on this occasion."