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Nothing in human shape could have destroyed the fair child. He

was the murderer! I could not doubt it. The mere presence of the

idea was an irresistible proof of the fact. I thought of pursuing

the devil; but it would have been in vain, for another flash

discovered him to me hanging among the rocks of the nearly

perpendicular ascent of Mont Saleve, a hill that bounds

Plainpalais on the south. He soon reached the summit, and

disappeared.