Devereux — Volume 06Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
History
Devereux — Volume 06
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction
I learned then from Desmarais that you had taken away her and the dying
father, that you had placed them in a safe and honourable home. That
man, so implicitly the creature of Montreuil, or rather of his own
interest, with which Montreuil was identified, was easily induced to
betray you also to me,--me whom he imagined, moreover, utterly the tool
of the priest, and of whose torturing interest in this peculiar
disclosure he was not at that time aware. I visited Isora in her new
abode, and again and again she trembled beneath my rage. Then, for the
second time, I attempted force. Ha! ha! Morton, I think I see you
now!--I think I hear your muttered curse! Curse on! When you read this
I shall be beyond your vengeance, beyond human power. And yet I think
if I were mere clay; if I were the mere senseless heap of ashes that the
grave covers; if I were not the thing that must live forever and
forever, far away in unimagined worlds, where nought that has earth's
life can come,--I should tremble beneath the sod as your foot pressed
and your execration rang over it. A second time I attempted force; a
second time I was repulsed by the same means,--by a woman's hand and a
woman's dagger. But I knew that I had one hold over Isora from which,
while she loved you, I could never be driven: I knew that by threatening
your /life/, I could command her will and terrify her into compliance
with my own. I made her reiterate her vow of concealment; and I
discovered, by some words dropping from her fear, that she believed you
already suspected me, and had been withheld by her entreaties from
seeking me out. I questioned her more, and soon perceived that it was
(as indeed I knew before) Gerald whom you suspected, not me; but I did
not tell this to Isora. I suffered her to cherish a mistake profitable
to my disguise; but I saw at once that it might betray me, if you ever
met and conferred at length with Gerald upon this point, and I exacted
from Isora a pledge that she would effectually and forever bind you not
to breathe a single suspicion to him. When I had left the room, I
returned once more to warn her against uniting herself with you.
Wretch, selfish, accursed wretch that you were, why did you suffer her
to transgress that warning?
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