Auriol; or, The Elixir of LifeAinsworth, William Harrison
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Auriol; or, The Elixir of Life
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Detective and mystery stories; Gothic fiction; Horror tales; Paranormal fiction
"You think me mad," said Auriol; "would I were so! But I shall never
lose the clear perception of my woes. Hear me, Ebba! Fate has brought me
into this house. I have seen you, and experienced your gentle ministry;
and it is impossible, so circumstanced, to be blind to your
attractions. I have only been too sensible to them--but I will not dwell
on that theme, nor run the risk of exciting a passion which must destroy
you. I will ask you to hate me--to regard me as a monster whom you ought
to shun rather than as a being for whom you should entertain the
slightest sympathy."
"You have some motive in saying this to me," cried the terrified girl.
"My motive is to warn you," said Auriol. "If you love me, you are
lost--utterly lost!"
She was so startled, that she could make no reply, but burst into tears.
Auriol took her hand, which she unresistingly yielded.
"A terrible fatality attaches to me, in which you must have no share,"
he said, in a solemn tone.
"Would you had never come to my father's house!" she exclaimed, in a
voice of anguish.
"Is it, then, too late?" cried Auriol despairingly.
"It is--if to love you be fatal," she rejoined.
"Ha!" exclaimed Auriol, striking his forehead with his clenched hand.
"Recall your words--Ebba--recall them--but no, once uttered--it is
impossible. You are bound to me for ever. I must fulfil my destiny."
At this juncture a low growl broke from the dog, and, guided by the
sound, the youthful couple beheld, standing near the gate, the tall dark
man in the black cloak. A fiendish smile sat upon his countenance.
"That is the man who frightened me!" cried Ebba.
"It is the person I supposed!" ejaculated Auriol. "I must speak to him.
Leave me, Ebba. I will join you presently."
And as the girl, half sinking with apprehension, withdrew, he advanced
quickly towards the intruder.
"I have sought you for some days," said the tall man, in a stern,
commanding voice. "You have not kept your appointment with me."
"I could not," replied Auriol--"an accident has befallen me."
"I know it," rejoined the other. "I am aware you were assailed by
ruffians in the ruined house over the way. But you are recovered now,
and can go forth. You ought to have communicated with me."
"It was my intention to do so," said Auriol.
"Our meeting cannot be delayed much longer," pursued the stranger. "I
will give you three more days. On the evening of the last day, at the
hour of seven, I shall look for you at the foot of the statue in Hyde
Park."
"I will be there," replied Auriol.
"That girl must be the next victim," said the stranger, with a grim
smile.
"Peace!" thundered Auriol.
"Nay, I need not remind you of the tenure by which you maintain your
power," rejoined the stranger. "But I will not trouble you further now."
And, wrapping his cloak more closely round him, he disappeared.
"Fate has once more involved me in its net," cried Auriol bitterly. "But
I will save Ebba, whatever it may cost me. I will see her no more."
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