All was tempestuous commotion in my heart and in my brain.

I have no memory for ought but unconscious transitions and rueful sights.
I was ingenious and indefatigable in the invention of torments.

I would not dispense with any spectacle adapted to exasperate my grief.

Each pale and mangled form I crushed to my bosom.

Louisa, whom I loved with so ineffable a passion, was denied to me at first, but my obstinacy conquered their reluctance.
They led the way into a darkened hall.