Remorse! remorse!  It seemed to me that it would eat the very heart out of me!  And yet that small fiend only sat there leering at me with joy and contempt, and placidly chuckling.  Presently he began to speak again.  Every sentence was an accusation, and every accusation a truth.  Every clause was freighted with sarcasm and derision, every slow-dropping word burned like vitriol.  The dwarf reminded me of times when I had flown at my children in anger and punished them for faults which a little inquiry would have taught me that others, and not they, had committed.  He reminded me of how I had disloyally allowed old friends to be traduced in my hearing, and been too craven to utter a word in their defense.  He reminded me of many dishonest things which I had done; of many which I had procured to be done by children and other irresponsible persons; of some which I had planned, thought upon, and longed to do, and been kept from the performance by fear of consequences only.  With exquisite cruelty he recalled to my mind, item by item, wrongs and unkindnesses I had inflicted and humiliations I had put upon friends since dead, “who died thinking of those injuries, maybe, and grieving over them,” he added, by way of poison to the stab.

“For instance,” said he, “take the case of your younger brother, when you two were boys together, many a long year ago.  He always lovingly trusted in you with a fidelity that your manifold treacheries were not able to shake.  He followed you about like a dog, content to suffer wrong and abuse if he might only be with you; patient under these injuries so long as it was your hand that inflicted them.  The latest picture you have of him in health and strength must be such a comfort to you!  You pledged your honor that if he would let you blindfold him no harm should come to him; and then, giggling and choking over the rare fun of the joke, you led him to a brook thinly glazed with ice, and pushed him in; and how you did laugh!  Man, you will never forget the gentle, reproachful look he gave you as he struggled shivering out, if you live a thousand years!  Oh! you see it now, you see it now!”

“Beast, I have seen it a million times, and shall see it a million more! and may you rot away piecemeal, and suffer till doomsday what I suffer now, for bringing it back to me again!”

The dwarf chuckled contentedly, and went on with his accusing history of my career.  I dropped into a moody, vengeful state, and suffered in silence under the merciless lash.  At last this remark of his gave me a sudden rouse: 

“Two months ago, on a Tuesday, you woke up, away in the night, and fell to thinking, with shame, about a peculiarly mean and pitiful act of yours toward a poor ignorant Indian in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains in the winter of eighteen hundred and—­”

“Stop a moment, devil!  Stop!  Do you mean to tell me that even my very thoughts are not hidden from you?”