Chapter 935:

After going through a series of consecutive events, the human soul suffers nothing more than the silence of inaction and certainty. What follows is that this makes the soul lose hope and fear. Justin died, she rested, I'm still alive. The blood flows freely in my veins, but my heart is suppressed by despair and regret. Sleep ran away from my eyes; I wandered like a demon because I committed a prank, which was unbelievable, and more things I convinced myself that I was still behind. However, my heart is full of kindness and love for virtue. I started my life with a benevolent intention and longed for the moment when I put it into practice and made myself useful to my fellow citizens. Everyone is blown up now.
This mental state has swept through my health, and my health may never fully recover from a shock. I avoid the man's face; all joyful or complacent voices are torture to me; loneliness is my only comfort-deep, dark, death-like loneliness.
My father painfully observed the obvious changes in my temperament and habits, and worked hard because of the disputes generated by his peaceful conscience and innocent life. He inspired me with perseverance and awakened me and dispelled me. The courage of the dark clouds. He said, "Victor, do you think I will not suffer? No one loves a child more than my brother who loves you." When he spoke, tears poured into his eyes. "But are survivors not obliged to use inappropriate grief to avoid exacerbating their misfortune?" This is also your own responsibility, because excessive sadness will prevent people from improving or enjoying their lives, and even unable to perform their daily uses, otherwise no one will be suitable for society. "
Although this suggestion is good, it does not apply to my situation at all. If regret does not entangle my pain and fear, I should be a friend who conceals my sadness and comforts me, but I have no other feelings. Now, I can only answer my father with a desperate expression and try to avoid his sight.
At about this time, we retreated to our home. This change is especially pleasant for me. I often close at ten o'clock, and it is impossible to stay on the lake after that hour, which makes our residence within the Geneva walls very annoying to me. I have time now. Usually, after the rest of the family stayed overnight, I took a boat on the water for many hours. Sometimes, with the arrival of the sail, I was blown away by the wind. Sometimes, after paddling in the lake, I left the boat and chased my route, giving way to my own miserable reflections. When everyone is in peace, I am often tempted. I am the only quiet thing that wanders in such a beautiful and heavenly scene-if I save a few bats or frogs, only when I walk to the shore will I hear the harsh intermittent hoarseness. I often say that I want to jump into the silent lake so that the water will flood me and my disaster forever. But when I think of Elizabeth, who was brave and suffering, I was restrained. I also thought of my father and surviving brother. Should I keep them away because of my basic evasion and not be protected by the evil spirits I have allowed? I also thought of my father and surviving brother. Should I keep them away because of my basic evasion and not be protected by the evil spirits I have allowed? I also thought of my father and surviving brother. Should I keep them away because of my basic evasion and not be protected by the evil spirits I have allowed?
At these moments, I cry in pain and hope that peace will reawaken my thoughts, but I can bring them comfort and happiness. But this is impossible. Regret wiped out every hope. I used to be the author of the unchangeable evil, and I live in fear every day, lest the monsters I create commit some new evil. I have a vague feeling that everything is not over yet, and he will still commit some signal crimes. In its great sense, it will almost cover up past memories. As long as the things I like fall behind, there is always room for fear. My hatred of this demon is unimaginable. When I thought of him, I bit my teeth and my eyes turned red, and I eagerly hoped to eliminate the life I once gave so mercilessly. When I recalled his crimes and malice, my hatred and revenge broke all temperance. I could have gone on a pilgrimage to the highest peak of the Anse Mountains, if I was there to settle him to their base. I hope to see him again so that I hate his head to the utmost and avenge the death of William and Justin.
Our house is a house of mourning. The recent events shocked my father's health. Elizabeth was sad and depressed. She was no longer happy with her usual work; she seemed to be filled with joy when she offered sacrifices to the dead. She thought eternal disasters and tears were her only respect for the innocence that was so blown up and destroyed. She is no longer that happy creature. She walked with me by the lake when she was young, and was full of ecstasy about our future prospects. One of those sorrows that weaned us from the ground has visited her, and its dim influence has affected her deepest smile.
She said: "When I reflect, my dear cousin, after the tragic death of Justin Moritz, I no longer see the world and the works that appeared before my eyes. Before, I have seen what I read in the book The evil deeds and injustices of ancient or fictional evil stories that have been heard or heard from others. At least they are out of reach, not imagination. But now the suffering is home, men seem to me like longing Monsters of each other’s blood. But of course I’m unjust. Everyone thinks the poor girl is guilty. If she can commit the crimes she has suffered, then she will definitely be the most depraved human being. For a few pieces of jewelry, for murder The son of her benefactor and friend, the child she has been caring for since birth, seems to fall in love with her as if she is herself! I disagree with anyone’s death, but of course I should think that such creatures are not suitable for staying In human society. But she is innocent. I know, I think she is innocent. You have the same opinion, which confirms me. Alas! Victor, when hypocrisy looks like the truth, who can assure yourself certain What about his happiness? I feel as if I am walking on the edge of a cliff. Thousands of people are squeezing on the edge of the cliff and trying to plunge me into the abyss. William and Justin were assassinated and the murderer escaped. He was free. Walking in the world may be respected. But even if I am condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I will not change my place because of this weakness." But of course I should think that such creatures are not suitable for being human. Society. But she is innocent. I know, I think she is innocent. You have the same opinion, which confirms me. Alas! Victor, when hypocrisy looks like the truth, who can assure himself a certain amount of happiness? I feel as if I am walking on the edge of a cliff. Thousands of people are squeezing on the edge of the cliff and trying to plunge me into the abyss. William and Justin were assassinated and the murderer escaped. He walks in a free world and may be respected. But even if I was condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I would not change my place because of this weakness. "But of course I should think that such a creature is not suitable for staying in human society. But she is innocent. I know, I think she is innocent. You have the same opinion, which confirms me. Alas! Victor, when When hypocrisy looks like the truth, who can assure myself a certain amount of happiness? I feel as if I am walking on the edge of a cliff, and thousands of people are huddling on the edge of the cliff and trying to plunge me into the abyss. William He and Justin were assassinated and the murderer escaped. He walked in a free world and may be respected. But even if I was condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I would not change my place because of this weakness." You have the same opinion, which confirms me. Alas! Victor, when hypocrisy looks like the truth, who can assure himself a certain amount of happiness? I feel as if I am walking on the edge of a cliff. Thousands of people are squeezing on the edge of the cliff and trying to plunge me into the abyss. William and Justin were assassinated and the murderer escaped. He walks in a free world and may be respected. But even if I was condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I would not change my place because of this weakness. "You have the same opinion, which confirms me. Alas! Victor, who can assure myself a certain amount of happiness when hypocrisy looks like the truth? I feel as if I am walking on the edge of a cliff, thousands Tens of thousands of people are squeezing on the edge of the cliff and trying to make me fall into the abyss. William and Justin were assassinated and the murderer escaped. He walks in a free world and may be respected. But even if I was caught for the same crime Condemn suffering on scaffolding, and I will not change my place because of this weakness." The murderer escaped; he walked in a free world, perhaps respected. But even if I was condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I would not change my place because of this weakness. "The murderer escaped; he walks the world freely and may be respected. But even if I am condemned to suffer on scaffolding for the same crime, I will not change my place because of this weakness."
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