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
She accompanied these words with so many and such heart-rending sighs,
that I know not if Don Pedro was more affected at what she told him,
than at the affliction with which she appeared oppressed in telling it.
"Just Heaven!" he cried, in a transport of fury, which he could not
control, "is it thy will that they prevent an union whose innocence
is worthy of thy protection? But, Madam," he continued, "you are
perhaps falsely alarmed! Is it certain that they would snatch you from
the most faithful of lovers? Can it be possible that I should be so
unhappy?" "Our misfortune is but too certain," answered the Unknown;
"my brother, upon whom my hand depends, has bestowed it this very day;
he has this moment announced to me his decision." "And who is the happy
man?" exclaimed Don Pedro. "Tell me! In my despair I will seek him,
and----" "I do not know his name," interrupted the Unknown. "I cared
not to ask, nor did my brother inform me; he told me indeed that it was
his wish that I should first see the cavalier."
"But, Madam," said Don Pedro, "will you then yield without resistance
to your brother's will? Will you be dragged to the altar, without
complaint? Will you go, a willing sacrifice, and abandon me so easily?
Alas! I have not hesitated to expose myself to the anger of a father
for love of you; nor could his menaces for a moment shake my fidelity.
No! nor threats, nor persuasion, could move me to espouse another,
although the lady he proposed for me was one to whom I had hardly
dared aspire." "And who is this lady?" asked the Unknown. "She is the
sister of the Count de Belflor," replied the scholar. "Ah, Don Pedro!"
cried the Unknown, with extreme surprise, "surely, you are mistaken;
it cannot be she whom they propose to you. What! Eugenia, the sister
of Belflor? Are you sure of what you say?" "Yes, Madam," replied the
Student; "the Count himself offered me her hand." "How!" cried she,
"is it possible that you are the cavalier for whom my brother designs
me?" "What do I hear?" cried the Student in his turn, "is it possible
that my incognita is the Count de Belflor's sister?" "Yes, Don Pedro,"
replied Eugenia. "But I can hardly believe it myself, at this moment;
so difficult do I find it to persuade myself of the happiness you
assure to me."
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