Chapter 22 The voyage came to an end.

We landed in proceeded to Paris.

I soon found that I'd overtaxed my strength, and that I must repose before I could continue

my journey.

My father's care and attentions were indefaticable, but he did not know the origins of my sufferings

and sought erroneous methods to remedy the incurable ill.

He wished me to seek amusement in society.

I abhorred the face of man.

Oh, not abhorred!

They were my brethren, my fellow beings, and I felt attracted even to the most repulsive

among them, as to creatures of an angelic nature and celestial mechanism.

But I felt that I had no right to share their inner course.

I had enchained an enemy among them, whose joy it was to shed their blood and to revel

in their groans.

How they would each and all abhor me and hunt me from the world.

Did they know my unhalowed acts and the crimes which had their source in me?

My father yielded at length to my desire to avoid society, and strove by various arguments

to banish my despair.

Sometimes he thought that I felt deeply the degradation of being obliged to answer a

charge of murder, and he endeavored to prove to me the futility of pride.

Alas, my father, said I.

How little do you know me?

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