not until the bells began to ring for the six o'clock service,
merrily pealing out their welcome of the new year morning, that full
consciousness returned to her again. But, as she clearly realised
what had happened, she broke into such a passion of tears as I had
never before witnessed, while still in the darkness the new year
bells rang gaily, and she knew that they heralded for her the
beginning of a lonely life.

And so my work ended; my part in this world was played out.
Nevertheless I still live; and there will come a day when Sigismund
and Gertrude shall be comforted and the slanderers punished.

For poor Valerian was right, and there is an Avenger, in whom even
my progenitor believes, and before whom he trembles.

There will come a time when those self-satisfied ones, whose hands
are all the time steeped in blood, shall be confronted with me, and
shall realise to the full all that their idle words have brought
about.

For that day I wait; and though afterwards I shall be finally
destroyed in the general destruction of all that is unmitigatedly
evil, I promise myself a certain satisfaction and pleasure (a
feeling I doubtless inherit from my progenitor), when I watch the
shame, and horror, and remorse of Mrs. O'Reilly and the rest of the
people to whom I owe my existence and rapid growth.