"As I fixed my eyes on the child, I saw something glittering on his breast. I took it; it was a portrait of a most lovely woman. In spite of my malignity, it softened and attracted me. For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark eyes, fringed by deep lashes, and her lovely lips; but presently my rage returned: I remembered that I was for ever deprived of the delights that such beautiful creatures could bestow; and that she whose resemblance I contemplated would, in regarding me, have changed that air of divine benignity to one expressive of disgust and affright.

"Can you wonder that such thoughts transported me with rage? I only wonder that at that moment, instead of venting my sensations in exclamations and agony, I did not rush among mankind, and perish in the attempt to destroy them.

"While I was overcome by these feelings, I left the [spot] <spo> where I had committed the murder, and [was] seeking a more secluded hiding-place, [when I perceived a woman passing near me. She] <I entered a barn which had appeared to me to be empty. A woman was sleeping on some straw; she> was [young,] <young:> not indeed so beautiful as her whose portrait I [held,] <held;> but of an agreeable aspect, and blooming in the loveliness of youth and health. Here, I thought, is one of those whose <joy-imparting> smiles are bestowed on all but [me; she shall not escape: thanks] <me. And then I bent over her, and whispered "Awake, fairest, thy lover is near -- he who would give his life but to obtain one look of affection from thine eyes: my beloved, awake!"

'The sleeper stirred; a thrill of terror ran through me. Should she indeed awake, and see me, and curse me, and denounce the murderer? Thus would she assuredly act, if her darkened eyes opened, and she beheld me. The thought was madness; it stirred the fiend within me not I, but she shall suffer: the murder I have committed because I am for ever robbed of all that she could give me, she shall atone. The crime had its source in her: be hers the punishment! Thanks> to the lessons of Felix, and the sanguinary laws of man, I [have] <had> learned [how] <now> to work mischief. I [approached her unperceived] <bent over her>, and placed the portrait securely in one of the folds of her dress. <She moved again, and I fled.>

"For some days I haunted the spot where these scenes had taken place; sometimes wishing to see you, sometimes resolved to quit the world and its miseries for ever. At length I wandered towards these mountains, and have ranged through their immense recesses, consumed by a burning passion which you alone can gratify. We may not part until you have promised to comply with my requisition. I am alone, and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects. This being you must create."