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Wieland or the Transformation

Chapter 13
Here was wrought a surprizing change in my friend. What was it that had shaken
conviction so firm? Had any thing occurred during my fit, adequate to produce so total an
alteration? My attendants informed me that he had not left my apartment; that the unusual
duration of my fit, and the failure, for a time, of all the means used for my recovery, had
filled him with grief and dismay. Did he regard the effect which his reproaches had
produced as a proof of my sincerity?
In this state of mind, I little regarded my languors of body. I rose and requested an
interview with him before my departure, on which I was resolved, notwithstanding his
earnest solicitation to spend the night at his house. He complied with my request. The
tenderness which he had lately betrayed, had now disappeared, and he once more
relapsed into a chilling solemnity.
I told him that I was preparing to return to my brother's; that I had come hither to
vindicate my innocence from the foul aspersions which he had cast upon it. My pride had
not taken refuge in silence or distance. I had not relied upon time, or the suggestion of his
cooler thoughts, to confute his charges. Conscious as I was that I was perfectly guiltless,
and entertaining some value for his good opinion, I could not prevail upon myself to
believe that my efforts to make my innocence manifest, would be fruitless. Adverse
appearances might be numerous and specious, but they were unquestionably false. I was
willing to believe him sincere, that he made no charges which he himself did not believe;
but these charges were destitute of truth. The grounds of his opinion were fallacious; and
I desired an opportunity of detecting their fallacy. I entreated him to be explicit, and to
give me a detail of what he had heard, and what he had seen.
At these words, my companion's countenance grew darker. He appeared to be struggling
with his rage. He opened his lips to speak, but his accents died away ere they were
formed. This conflict lasted for some minutes, but his fortitude was finally successful. He
spoke as follows:
"I would fain put an end to this hateful scene: what I shall say, will be breath idly and
unprofitably consumed. The clearest narrative will add nothing to your present
knowledge. You are acquainted with the grounds of my opinion, and yet you avow
yourself innocent: Why then should I rehearse these grounds? You are apprized of the
character of Carwin: Why then should I enumerate the discoveries which I have made
respecting him? Yet, since it is your request; since, considering the limitedness of human
faculties, some error may possibly lurk in those appearances which I have witnessed, I
will briefly relate what I know.
"Need I dwell upon the impressions which your conversation and deportment originally
made upon me? We parted in childhood; but our intercourse, by letter, was copious and
uninterrupted. How fondly did I anticipate a meeting with one whom her letters had