"Oh yes, certainly!. I tell you, brother, according to the flesh: it is
just as complete as the lark's is with the adder, no more so, nor
ever can. Reconciled, forsooth! To what would I be reconciled?"

As he said this, he strode indignantly away. From the moment
that he heard his life was safe, he assumed his former insolence
and revengeful looks--and never were they more dreadful than on
parting with his brother that morning on the top of the hill. "Well,
go thy way," said George; "some would despise, but I pity thee. If
thou art not a limb of Satan, I never saw one."

The sun had now dispelled the vapours; and, the morning being
lovely beyond description, George sat himself down on the top of
the hill, and pondered deeply on the unaccountable incident that
had befallen to him that morning. He could in no-wise
comprehend it; but, taking it with other previous circumstances,
he could not get quit of a conviction that he was haunted by some
evil genius in the shape of his brother, as well as by that dark and
mysterious wretch himself. In no other way could he account for
the apparition he saw that morning on the face of the rock, nor for
several sudden appearances of the same being, in places where
there was no possibility of any foreknowledge that he himself
was to be there, and as little that the same being, if he were flesh
and blood like other men, could always start up in the same
position with regard to him. He determined, therefore, on
reaching home, to relate all that had happened, from beginning to
end, to his father, asking his counsel and his assistance, although
he knew full well that his father was not the fittest man in the
world to solve such a problem. He was now involved in party