Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two SticksLe Sage, Alain René
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Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two Sticks
Le Sage, Alain René
Devil -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Good and evil -- Fiction; Madrid (Spain) -- Fiction
"The perfidious Agnes, on perceiving my tears, exhorted me to bear my
misfortune with patience; but from a few words which dropped from her
as she spoke, I was not long in divining that she was in the confidence
of Alvaro, who shortly afterwards appeared. Throwing himself at my
feet: 'Madam,' he exclaimed, 'pardon to a too fond lover the means by
which he has dared to possess himself of your person! You know how
deeply I have loved you, and how ardently I disputed with Mendoza for
your heart, up to the fatal day when you declared your preference
for him. Had my passion been the cold and empty feeling that mortals
dignify with the name of love, I might have vanquished it as easily as
such a feeling is inspired; but my misfortune was beyond consolation.
I live but to adore those charms; and, despised though I be, I cannot
free myself from their spell. But, madam, let not the fury of my
passion alarm you! I have not deprived you of liberty, that I may rob
you of honour; I seek only that, in the retreat unto which we are
hastening, a sacred tie may unite our hearts for ever.'
"He continued in this strain for some time, but in terms which I cannot
remember. To hear him, it would have seemed that, in forcing me to wed
him, he did me no wrong; and that where I saw but an insolent ravisher,
I should have beheld alone an impassioned lover. As, however, while he
spoke thus, I answered him but with tears, and exhibited an evident
despair, he left me; but not without making signs to Agnes, which I
plainly understood as directions for her to second, as well as she was
able, the splendid arguments by which he had sought to dazzle my weak
understanding.
"She did her best; representing to me that, after the éclat of an
abduction, I could not do otherwise than graciously accept the
offered hand of Alvaro Ponza; that, whatever aversion I might feel
for his excessive tenderness, my reputation demanded of my heart this
sacrifice. As, however, the necessity which she painted, of a hated
marriage, was not exactly the way to dry my tears, I still remained
inconsolable; and Agnes had exhausted all her eloquence, when we
suddenly heard upon the deck a noise which attracted the attention of
us both.
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