Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
misunderstood him, though her discretion made her prefer the appearing
ignorant of a scheme, whose object was the ruin of her former
benefactor: but as she must have gathered his intention from various
circumstances, and as she continued to treat him, not merely with
unabated, but even with increased complaisance, he had certainly good
reason to suppose, that his meditated plan was by no means disagreeable
to her.—Alas! poor Ida! had she dared to abate that complaisance, and to
express the sentiments of abhorrence, with which the robber’s views
inspired her, what would have been her reward?—ill usage; death perhaps;
or what would have been still worse, life with the loss of honour!
But these reflections did not occur to Randolf or his hearers; they
believed his arguments to be well founded, and that Ida had approved of
the design, which had so nearly terminated her benefactor’s existence.
That she had been privy to it, is true: she had not misunderstood
Randolf’s hints, though she was not aware of the exact nature of his
intentions; but no sooner was she in safety, than her first object was
to provide for that of the Count of Torrenburg.
The village, which at length afforded them security and rest, was called
Edel-Bothen: here they were compelled to pass the night and the
succeeding morning, in order to recover from the fatigues of their late
painful journey; and it was from hence, that a messenger was dispatched
to the Castle of Torrenburg with a letter, written by Constantia in a
disguised hand and without a signature. Ida, who still trembled at the
thoughts of being either compelled to give her hand to the old Count of
Montfort, or to seclude herself for life within the dreary walls of a
cloister, was unwilling to let her incensed uncle know, where she might
be found; and Constantia, though she had herself no motive for
concealment, was afraid of being the means of discovering her sister.
With much difficulty, and after many unsuccessful attempts, the
following lines were at length completed, and a peasant was dispatched
with them to the Castle of Torrenburg.
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_Count of Torrenburg!_
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