2. Walton, in continuationAugust 26th, 17-
You have read this strange and terrific story, Margaret; and do
you not feel your blood congeal with horror, like that which even
now curdles mine? Sometimes, seized with sudden agony, he could not
continue his tale; at others, his voice broken, yet piercing,
uttered with difficulty the words so replete with anguish. His fine
and lovely eyes were now lighted up with indignation, now subdued
to downcast sorrow and quenched in infinite wretchedness. Sometimes
he commanded his countenance and tones and related the most
horrible incidents with a tranquil voice, suppressing every mark of
agitation; then, like a volcano bursting forth, his face would
suddenly change to an expression of the wildest rage as he shrieked
out imprecations on his
