text:  Who then was _he_ that wore it? Who was this now standing at my side to turn to whom again became immediately--sickness--horror! Who could it be but him the miserable parricide--the outcast--the unhappy brother--the desperately wicked son! There was no other in the world to whom the departed penitent could be dear; and he--oh was it difficult to suppose that merciful Heaven merciful to the guiltiest had placed between his conscience and his horrible offence a cloud that made all dim--had rendered his understanding powerless to comprehend a crime which reason must have punished and aggravated endlessly My judgment was prostrated by what I learned so suddenly and fearfully