from “Zastrozzi”
But one evening, maddened by the tender protestations of eternal fidelity to Julia’s memory which Verezzi uttered, her brain was almost turned.
Her tumultuous soul, agitated by contending emotions, flashed from her eyes. Unable to disguise the extreme violence of her sensations, in an ecstasy of despairing love, she rushed from the apartment, where she had left Verezzi, and, unaccompanied, wandered into the forest, to calm her emotions, and concert some better plans of revenge; for, in Verezzi’s presence, she scarcely dared to think.
Her infuriated soul burned with fiercest revenge: she wandered into the trackless forest, and, conscious that she was unobserved, gave vent to her feelings in wild exclamations.
‘Oh! Julia! hated Julia! words are not able to express my detestation of thee. Thou hast destroyed Verezzi - thy cursed image, revelling in his heart, has blasted my happiness for ever; but, ere I die, I will taste revenge - oh! exquisite revenge!’ She paused - she thought of the passion which consumed her - ‘Perhaps one no less violent has induced Julia to rival me,’ said she. Again the idea of Verezzi’s illness - perhaps his death - infuriated her soul. Pity, chased away by vengeance and disappointed passion, fled. - ‘Did I say that I pitied thee? Detested Julia, much did my words belie the feelings of my soul. No - no - thou shalt not escape me. - Pity thee!’
