"'As I hurried along the dark passageway leading to my room, I was
almost startled out of my senses by coming face to face with the very
man I thought I had left behind, John Convert. He appeared to be even
more startled than myself, and, stepping backward a few paces, he fairly
trembled, as he hoarsely exclaimed: 'My God, Arletta, is that really
you?' At these words I became frightened, and as the faint rays of light
from a distant port-hole fell squarely upon his face, I observed a wild,
peculiar stare in his eyes, and noticed that his whole countenance was
overcast by a most villainous expression. At that moment, I remembered
the doctor's warning words, that he might change personalities at any
time that he was subjected to severe mental excitement, and I now
recognized in the man standing before me the same character I had met in
Paris. Just as quickly as love had taken possession of my feelings for
John Convert in the hospital, just that suddenly did it depart when I
saw this detestable looking creature in front of me. In an instant he
became loathsome to my sight, and without waiting for another word I
rushed into my state-room and bolted the door.
"'Not once did I leave my room during that trip across the ocean, but
when the steamer arrived at Liverpool, and I started to go ashore, the
very first person my eyes rested upon was John Convert; and from that
time on he incessantly dogged my footsteps all over Europe. The more I
saw of him, the more debased and despicable he appeared to me.
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