“That poor soul who has wrought all this misery is the saddest case of all. Just think what will be his joy when he, too, is destroyed in his worser part that his better part may have spiritual immortality. You must be pitiful to him, too, though it may not hold your hands from his destruction.”
I suppose one ought to pity any thing so hunted as is the Count. That is just it: this Thing is not human - not even beast. To read the account of poor Lucy’s death, and what followed, is enough to dry up the springs of pity in one’s heart.