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under the report of these extraordinary circumstances； had visited
the convent in person to obtain some explanation from the
contumacious monk in vain； it was agreed； in a chapter
extraordinary； to surrender him to the power of the Inquisition。
He testified great horror when this determination was made known to
him；and offered to tell over and over again all that he COULD
relate of the cause of Father Olavida's death。 His humiliation；
and repeated offers of confession； came too late。 He was conveyed
to the Inquisition。 The proceedings of that tribunal are rarely
disclosed； but there is a secret report （I cannot answer for its
truth） of what he said and suffered there。 On his first
examination； he said he would relate all he COULD。 He was told
that was not enough； he must relate all he knew。
。 。 。 。 。
〃Why did you testify such horror at the funeral of Father
Olavida？〃〃Everyone testified horror and grief at the death of
that venerable ecclesiastic； who died in the odor of sanctity。 Had
I done otherwise； it might have been reckoned a proof of my guilt。〃
〃Why did you interrupt the preacher with such extraordinary
exclamations？〃To this no answer。 〃Why do you refuse to explain
the meaning of those exclamations？〃No answer。 〃Why do you
persist in this obstinate and dangerous silence？ Look； I beseech
you； brother； at the cross that is suspended against this wall；〃
and the Inquisitor pointed to the large black crucifix at the back
of the chair where he sat； 〃one drop of the blood shed there can
purify you from all the sin you have ever committed； but all that
blood； combined with the intercession of the Queen of Heaven； and
the merits of all its martyrs； nay； even the absolution of the
Pope； cannot deliver you from the curse of dying in unrepented
sin。〃〃What sin； then； have I committed？〃〃The greatest of all
possible sins； you refuse answering the questions put to you at the
tribunal of the most holy and merciful Inquisition；you will not
tell us what you know concerning the death of Father Olavida。〃〃I
have told you that I believe he perished in consequence of his
ignorance and presumption。〃 〃What proof can you produce of that？〃
〃He sought the knowledge of a secret withheld from man。〃 〃What
was that？〃〃The secret of discovering the presence or agency of
the evil power。〃 〃Do you possess that secret？〃After much
agitation on the part of the prisoner； he said distinctly； but very
faintly； 〃My master forbids me to disclose it。〃 〃If your master
were Jesus Christ； he would not forbid you to obey the commands； or
answer the questions of the Inquisition。〃〃I am not sure of that。〃
There was a general outcry of horror at these words。 The
examination then went on。 〃If you believed Olavida to be guilty of
any pursuits or studies condemned by our mother the church； why did
you not denounce him to the Inquisition？〃〃Because I believed him
not likely to be injured by such pursuits； his mind was too weak；
he died in the struggle；〃 said the prisoner with great emphasis。
〃You believe； then； it requires strength of mind to keep those
abominable secrets； when examined as to their nature and
tendency？〃〃No； I rather imagine strength of body。〃 〃We shall try
that presently；〃 said an Inquisitor； giving a signal for the
torture。
。 。 。 。 。
The prisoner underwent the first and second applications with
unshrinking courage； but on the infliction of the water…torture；
which is indeed insupportable to humanity； either to suffer or
relate； he exclaimed in the gasping interval； he would disclose
everything。 He was released； refreshed； restored； and the
following day uttered the following remarkable confession。 。 。 。
。 。 。 。 。
The old Spanish woman further confessed to Stanton； that。 。 。 。
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and that the Englishman certainly had been seen in the neighborhood
since；seen； as she had heard； that very night。 〃Great Gd！〃
exclaimed Stanton； as he recollected the stranger whose demoniac
laugh had so appalled him； while gazing on the lifeless bodies of
the lovers； whom the lightning had struck and blasted。
As the manuscript； after a few blotted and illegible pages； became
more distinct； Melmoth read on； perplexed and unsatisfied； not
knowing what connection this Spanish story could have with his
ancestor； whom； however； he recognized under the title of the
Englishman； and wondering how Stanton could have thought it worth
his while to follow him to Ireland； write a long manuscript about
an event that occurred in Spain； and leave it in the hands of his
family； to 〃verify untrue things；〃 in the language of Dogberry；
his wonder was diminished； though his curiosity was still more
inflamed； by the perusal of the next lines； which he made out with
some difficulty。 It seems Stanton was now in England。
。 。 。 。 。
About the year 1677； Stanton was in London； his mind still full of
his mysterious countryman。 This constant subject of his
contemplations had produced a visible change in his exterior；his
walk was what Sallust tells us of Catiline's；his were； too； the
〃faedi oculi。〃 He said to himself every moment； 〃If I could but
trace that being； I will not call him man；〃and the next moment he
said； 〃and what if I could？〃 In this state of mind； it is singular
enough that he mixed constantly in public amusements； but it is
true。 When one fierce passion is devouring the soul； we feel more
than ever the necessity of external excitement； and our dependence
on the world for temporary relief increases in direct proportion to
our contempt of the world and all its works。 He went frequently to
the theaters； THEN fashionable； when
〃The fair sat panting at a courtier's play；
And not a mask went unimproved away。〃
。 。 。 。 。
It was that memorable night； when； according to the history of the
veteran Betterton；* Mrs。 Barry； who personated Roxana； had a green…
room squabble with Mrs。 Bowtell； the representative of Statira；
about a veil； which the partiality of the property man adjudged to
the latter。 Roxana suppressed her rage till the fifth act； when；
stabbing Statira； she aimed the blow with such force as to pierce
through her stays； and inflict a severe though not dangerous wound。
Mrs。 Bowtell fainted； the performance was suspended； and； in the
commotion which this incident caused in the house； many of the
audience rose； and Stanton among them。 It was at this moment that；
in a seat opposite to him； he discovered the object of his search
for four years；the Englishman whom he had met in the plains of
Valencia； and whom he believed the same with the subject of the
extraordinary narrative he had heard there。
* Vide Betterton's History of the Stage。
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