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
How poignant was the grief of Leonora, when thus informed of Belflor's
perfidy! She remained for some time motionless; a death-like paleness
overspread her lovely features; life itself seemed about to abandon
her, and she fell senseless into the arms of her governante. The
alarmed duenna at first thought that the victim of her intrigues
was really dead; but, on perceiving that she still breathed, used
every effort to restore her to consciousness, and at last succeeded.
Existence, however, had no longer charms for Leonora; and when,
somewhat recovered, she unclosed her eyelids, and perceived the
officious governante busy about her person, "Cruel Marcella!" she
exclaimed, sighing deeply; "wherefore have you drawn me from the happy
state in which I was? Then, I felt not the horror of my destiny. Why
did you not let me perish? You, who know so well that life henceforth
must be but one long misery, why have you sought to preserve it?"
The duenna endeavoured to console her, but her words only added to
Leonora's sufferings. "It is in vain you would comfort me," she cried,
"I will not hear you: strive not to combat my despair. Rather seek to
add to its profundity; you, who have plunged me into the frightful
gulph in which all my hopes are swallowed:--you it was who assured
me of the Count's sincerity; but for you I had never yielded to my
passion for him; I should have insensibly triumphed over it, or at
least, he would never have had cause to boast of my weakness. But no!
I will not," she continued, "attribute to you my misfortunes; it is
myself alone I should accuse. I ought not to have followed your advice,
in accepting the faith of a man, without the sanction of my father.
However flattering to me were the attentions of Count de Belflor, I
should have despised them, rather than have endeavoured to secure them
at the price of my honour: I should have mistrusted him, you! Marcella,
and myself. For my folly in listening to his perfidious oaths, for the
affliction I have caused to the unhappy Don Luis, and for the dishonour
I have brought upon my family, I detest myself; and, far from fearing
the state of seclusion with which I am menaced, I would willingly
conceal my guilt and shame in the most frightful dungeon in the world."
[Illustration: Marcella tries to console Leonora]
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