Secure within his den, the intricacies of which were scarcely known to
any but himself, he did not study to restrain those emotions which had
prompted him to so much unjustifiable outrage. With no eye to mark his
actions or to note his speech, the guardian watchfulness which had
secreted so much, in his association with others, was taken off; and we
see much of that heart and those wild principles of its government, the
mysteries of which contain so much that it is terrible to see. Slowly,
and for a long time after the receipt of the above-mentioned
intelligence, he strode up and down the narrow cell of his retreat; all
passions at sway and contending for the mastery--sudden action and
incoherent utterance occasionally diversifying the otherwise monotonous
movements of his person. At one moment, he would clinch his hands with
violence together, while an angry malediction would escape through his
knitted teeth--at another, a demoniac smile of triumph, and a fierce
laugh of gratified malignity would ring through the apartment, coming
back upon him in an echo, which would again restore him to
consciousness, and bring back the silence so momentarily banished.
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