Part 1
An envious journey to destroy an
unacceptable love was terrible; which wildly poured the melancholy that Osborne apparently knew.
Thoughts crawled one other; they
ripped his passionate soul and blind his eyes, then with hate and curse — were
strident echoes to life, no laughter, no pleasures serenaded, but all was quiet
and quiet as a gloomy dark and despair that gave venom for him to revenge.
The damp air was blowing
from west; dewdrops covered the ardent hill slopes, and the darkness obedient
to the bright Moon. The atmosphere looked wet and cold, the green of the forest
was unclear, and all was silent: except the murmurings of the two lovers;
beside the crags, where the radiant moon shadowed the secretly hiding
mischievous Osborne’s envy frame and by madness that he held his fists tightly
with rampant aggression and grudge.
Slowly he moved, to the place
where fare-looked Waldo and dauntless Nancy sat; and hide underneath a huge rock
piece. He saw them embracing with extreme affection. Aggression
Overwhelmed with uttermost
pressure and cold demoralized his altering brain; he knew since his arrival for
that occult plan of destruction was only loss, which was Nancy, to whom he has
still Love, even love is unrequited, but a narrow ray of hope still remained in
his dismayed heart, though folly was all in his self-determinations and slowly
his mind said ‘to kill Waldo and abduct Nancy’.
