Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
“That answer was such, as might have been expected from one, by whom the
licentious Luprian was held in as much abhorrence, as virtue was held
dear and idolized. She asserted the indissoluble nature of his vows to
religion, and repaid his tender speeches with such scorn, that he left
her with a threat never to repeat his offer, but to suffer her to perish
of hunger without compassion or remorse. But the captive was too dear to
him to permit his keeping that resolution. He tormented her with
frequent visits, and desisted not from his fruitless endeavours to
reconcile her to his plans; though to her great satisfaction he was
latterly compelled to abstain from entering her dungeon. A suspicion
existed, that considerable treasures were buried among the ruins of the
Monastery; it was therefore judged prudent to place sentinels about
them, and thus was the execrable Monk debarred all intercourse with his
prisoner, except such as could be carried on by favour of the iron
grating.
“Luprian now found it absolutely necessary for him to visit Italy, where
he had deposited the chief part of his wealth. He entrusted the care of
the lady to his sole Confident. As his absence was protracted longer
than he had himself expected, she enjoyed some respite from his infamous
addresses, and was not without hopes, that her entreaties and sufferings
would at last induce his representative to take some steps towards
effecting her deliverance. Those hopes however were continually
disappointed. His heart was not more flexible than his associate’s; he
remained immutably faithful to the trust reposed in him; and in answer
to her enquiries respecting the transactions of the regions above her,
he gave her such accounts of the successes of her enemies and of the
destruction of all those who were dear to her, as almost extinguished
her anxiety to escape from her dungeon. She saw, that nothing but sorrow
would welcome her return to liberty, and the natural love of life
struggled but faintly against the certainty of present sufferings, and
the apprehension of those, which were still to come.
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