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MYSTERIES of UDOLPHO,
INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY,
AUTHOR OF THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST, ETC.
THE THIRD EDITION
IN FOUR VOLUMES.
Fate fits on these dark battlements, and frowns,
PRINTED FOR G. G. AND J. ROBINSON,
U D O L P H O.
CH A P. I.
* Is all the council that we two have shared,
the hours that we have spent,
MIDSUMMER Night's DREAM. In the evening, when Emily was at length informed, that Count de Villefort requested to see her, she guessed that Valancourt was below, and, endeavouring to assume composure and to recollect all her spirits, she rose and left the apartment ; but on reaching the door of the library, where she imaVol. IV.
gined him to be, her emotion returned with such energy, that, fearing to trust herself in the room, she returned into the hall, where she continued for a considerable time, unable to command her agitated spirits.
When she could recall them, the found in the library Valancourt, feated with the Count, who both rose on her entrance; but she did not dare to look at Valancourt, and the Count, having led her to a chair, 'immediately withdrew.
Emily remained with her eyes fixed on the floor, under such oppression of heart, that she could not speak, and with difficulty breathed; while Valancourt threw himself into a chair beside her, and, sighing heavily, continued filent, when, had the raised her eyes, she would have perceived the violent, · emotion he suffered.
At length, in a treinulous voice, he faid, 6 I have solicited to see you this evening, that I might, at least, be spared the further torture of suspense, which your altered manner had occafioned me, and which the
hints I have just received from the Count have in part explained. I perceive I have enemies, Emily, who envied me my late happiness, and who have been busy in searching out the means to destroy it : I perceive, too, that time and absence have weakened the affection you once felt for me, and that you can now easily be taught to forget me.”
His last words faltered, and Emily, less able to speak than before, continued silent.
“ O what a meeting is this !” exclaimed Valancourt, starting from his seat, and pacing the room with hurried steps, “ what a meeting is this, after our long-long separation !” Again he sat down, and, after the struggle of a moment, he added in a firm but despairing tone, “ This is too much-I cannot bear it! Emily, will you not speak to me?"
He covered his face with his hand, as if to conceal his emotion, and took Emily's, which she did not withdraw. Her tears could no longer be restrained; and, when