Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
Anonymous
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
But, notwithstanding the amelioration of his distress, he
remained pensive and restless the whole night. The day--for even
in the gloom of his dungeon, to which perfect light was unknown,
there was a slight distinction in the seasons, and he could tell
the day from the night--found him still awake, and still rapt in
anxious reflections.
The morning was somewhat advanced before he received a visit from
the gaoler; and though, as his remorseful mood was unshaken, the
immediate features of his situation continued to press themselves
on his mind, this circumstance did not escape him. It had hardly
incurred his notice, however, when, not without feeling some
interest in the issue, he heard the fastenings withdrawn from
the dungeon-door; and the door being thereupon pushed open, the
gaoler entered.
The grim functionary was not alone. He was followed, a few
paces in his rear, by a short, broad-built friar, who, from his
hesitating step, appeared to enter the cell with anything but
complacency.
The friar, for whatever reason, had his cowl drawn close, so that
his face was invisible; but, through the small eyelets of the
cowl, one could see a spark of gentleness in his eyes, that at
once recommended him to favour. He carried a lighted lamp in his
hand, and, on passing through the doorway, he held it out before
him, and glanced rapidly round the limits of the dungeon.
Meantime, the gaoler, whom familiarity with dungeons rendered
less curious, advanced to the unhappy prisoner, and, without a
word of greeting, placed before him a repast of bread and water.
Leaving him to regale himself therewith, he turned towards the
door again; and the friar, who had by this time finished his
survey of the dungeon, and fixed his eye so as to meet his, waved
him forth.
“Well, have thy will,” said the gaoler, in reply, “but ’tis only
till thou canst take his confession, mind! I will wait thee
without.”
Thus sulkily complying, the gaoler passed out of the dungeon,
and drew-to the door behind him. The friar, as though he looked
on his movements with suspicion, followed him with his eye;
and, when he had passed out, held up the light, with a fixed
and steady hand, to see if he had closed the door. Apparently
satisfied on this point, he turned away from the door, and
stepped hastily towards Hildebrand.
Hildebrand was in the further corner of the dungeon, seated on
the floor, with his arms, to protect them from the cold, folded
close over his bosom, and his back resting against the wall. The
movements of the friar, though he watched them earnestly, did not
induce him to alter his position, and he waited his approach in
the same posture.
The friar stood right before him. Coming to a halt, he leaned
his head a little forward; and with the hand which he had at
liberty--for he carried the light in his left hand--threw back
his cowl, and disclosed the features of Inez.
Hildebrand, uttering an exclamation of surprise, sprang to his
feet, and caught her by both her hands.
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