On me lies the responsibility.

Vauvenarde, it is true, did not adorn this grey world, but he drew the breath of life, and, through my jesting agency, it was cut off.

Anastasius Papadopoulos, had he not come under my malign influence would have lived out his industrious, happy and dream-filled days.

Lesser, but still great price, too, has been paid.

Jealous hatred, misery and failure for the being I care most for in the world, the shame of a sordid scandal to those that hold me dear, the hopeless love and speedy mourning of a woman not without greatness.
I have tried to make a Tom Fool of Destiny--and Destiny has proved itself to be the superior jester of the two, and has made a grim and bedraggled Tom Fool of me.
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