The wretch whom he had stigmatized as incurably and obdurately wicked, now shewed herself susceptible of remorse, and had come to confess her guilt.
This persuasion had no tendency to comfort me.

It only shewed me, with new evidence, the difficulty of the task which I had assigned myself.

We were mutually silent.

I had less power and less inclination than ever to speak.

I extricated myself from his hold, and threw myself on a sofa.
He placed himself by my side, and appeared to wait with impatience and anxiety for some beginning of the conversation.