Chapter 961:

That was the last moment in my life, let me enjoy the feeling of happiness. We passed quickly; the sun was very hot, but we were obscured by the canopy while enjoying the beautiful scenery, sometimes on the side of the lake, where we could see the pleasant banks of Montalague and beyond everything in the distance, The beautiful Mont Blanc and the snow-capped mountains have imitated her one after another; sometimes, sailing along the opposite shore, we see the mighty Jura opposing its dark side with its ambition to withdraw from its motherland, and to enslave it for aggression Provide an almost insurmountable obstacle.
I took Elizabeth's hand. "You are sad, my love. Ah! If you know the suffering I have suffered and the suffering I may endure, then you will try to let me taste the tranquility and freedom from despair that at least one day will allow me to enjoy. "
"Happy, dear Victor," Elizabeth replied. "I hope there is nothing to bother you; and I can rest assured that if there is no vivid joy on my face, my heart will be satisfied. I dare not rely too much on the prospects before us, but I will not listen to such sinister things. Sound. Observe how fast we walk, and sometimes blurry, and sometimes how the clouds above the Mont Blanc dome make this beautiful view more interesting. Also look at the countless fish swimming in the clear waters , Here we can distinguish each pebble at the bottom. What a holy day! How happy and peaceful nature is!"
Therefore, Elizabeth strives to shift her thoughts to thinking about melancholy objects. But her temper fluctuates. The joy flashed in her eyes instantly, but it continuously distracted her attention and reverie.
The sun was sinking in the sky; we passed the river and observed its path through highland canyons and low valley hills. The Alps here are closer to the lake, and we come to the mountain amphitheater that forms its eastern border. The spire of Evian gleamed under the woods surrounding it, hanging over the mountains above it.
The wind that has been driving us at an alarming speed so far sank into the breeze at sunset. As we approached the coast, the gentle air made the water rippling and produced a pleasant movement among the trees, from where the most pleasant smell of flowers and hay floated. When we landed, the sun sank below the horizon, and when I touched the shore, I felt those worries and fears resurrected, and soon held me tightly, holding on to me forever.
We landed at eight o'clock; we walked for a short time on the coast, enjoying the short light, then retired and went back to the hotel, imagining a beautiful scene of water, woods and mountains, shaded in the dark, but Still showing their black outline.
The wind from the south is now rising with a strong storm in the west. The moon has reached her peak in heaven and began to descend. Dark clouds enveloped it, faster than the flight of a vulture, dimming her light, and the lake reflected the scene of a busy paradise, enveloped by turbulent, non-stop waves. It suddenly rained heavily.
During the day, I was calm, but when the shape of the object was covered at night, a thousand fears appeared in my mind. Feeling anxious and alert, I grabbed the pistol hidden in my arms with my right hand. Every sound made me feel terrified, but I was determined to sell my life until I or my opponent's life was extinct, and then I withdrew from the conflict.
Elizabeth observed my excitement for a while in a timid and fearful silence, but something in my eyes conveyed fear to her, and trembling, she asked: "What disturbed you, dear Victor? You. worry about what?"
"Oh! Peace, peace, my love." Tonight, everything will be safe; but tonight is terrible, terrible. "
I spent an hour in this state of mind. Suddenly I remembered how terrible the fight I had hoped against my wife was, so I sincerely begged her to retire and decided not to join her until I learned about my wife. . The situation of my enemy.
She left me, and I continued to spend some time walking around the passage of the house, checking every corner that might make my opponent flinch. But I didn't find him, and I started to guess that when I suddenly heard the harsh scream, there was some lucky chance to step in and stop his threat. It comes from Elizabeth's retirement room. When I heard it, the whole truth rushed into my mind, my arm fell off, and the movement of every muscle and fiber was suspended. I can feel the blood dripping in my veins and my limbs are numb. This state continued for a while. The scream sounded again and I rushed into the room.
Great God! Why did I not expire! Why am I here to associate the best hope on earth with the destruction of the purest creatures? She was there, lifeless and lifeless, and was thrown on the bed with her head hanging down, her pale and twisted features half covered by her hair. Turning around everywhere, all I saw was the same person-the murderer shook her bloodless arms and relaxed figure on the bride's coffin. Can I see this and live? Alas! Life is stubborn, and the most annoying thing is life. I lost my memories in just a while. I fell to the ground.
When I recovered, I found myself surrounded by people in the hotel. Their faces expressed breathless horror, but the horror of others was only a mockery, a shadow of oppressing my feelings. I escaped from them to Elizabeth, my love, the room where the body of my wife was. Elizabeth's life was so close, so kind, so worthwhile. She has moved away from the posture where I first saw her, and now when she lies on her head, her head is resting on her arm, the handkerchief is thrown on her face and neck, I might think She fell asleep. I rushed to her and embraced her enthusiastically, but the fatal fatigue and coldness of my limbs told me that what I was holding in my arms now was no longer the Elizabeth I loved and cherished. The devil grasped the trace of the killer on her neck, and the breath no longer came from her lips.
When I was still hanging over her in desperate pain, I happened to look up. The windows of the room had turned black before, and I felt a little panicked seeing the yellowish light of the moon illuminating the room. The shutters were thrown back, with an undescribed sense of horror, and I saw one of the ugliest and hateful figures in the open window. A smile appeared on the monster's face. He seemed to be laughing, as if pointing his devilish fingers at my wife's body. I rushed to the window, drew a pistol from my arms, and fired. But he avoided me, jumped from the station, and ran to the lake quickly.
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