Tales and Stories: Now First CollectedShelley, Mary Wollstonecraft
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Tales and Stories: Now First Collected
Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
She ceased; for the glare of savage triumph which, as a rising fire at
night-time, enlightened with growing and fearful radiance the face of
Lostendardo, made her pause in her appeal. He did not reply; but when
she was silent he quitted the attitude in which he had stood immovably
opposite to her, and pacing the hall with measured steps, his head
declined, he seemed to ruminate on some project. Could it be that he
weighed her reasonings? If he hesitated, the side of generosity and old
fidelity would certainly prevail. Yet she dared not hope; her heart beat
fast; she would have knelt, but she feared to move, lest any motion
should disturb his thoughts, and curb the flow of good feeling which she
fondly hoped had arisen within him: she looked up and prayed silently as
she sat. Notwithstanding the glare of the torches, the beams of one
small star struggled through the dark window pane; her eye resting on
it, her thoughts were at once elevated to the eternity and space which
that star symbolized; it seemed to her the spirit of Manfred, and she
inwardly worshipped it, as she prayed that it would shed its benign
influence on the soul of Lostendardo.
Some minutes elapsed in this fearful silence, and then he approached
her. “Despina, allow me to reflect on your words; to-morrow I will
answer you. You will remain in this palace until the morning, and then
you shall see and judge of my repentance and returning faith.”
He spoke with studious gentleness. Despina could not see his face, for
the lights shone behind him. When she looked up to reply, the little
star twinkled just above his head, and seemed with its gentle lustre to
reassure her. Our minds, when highly wrought, are strangely given to
superstition, and Despina lived in a superstitious age. She thought that
the star bade her comply, and assured her of protection from
Heaven;—from where else could she expect it? She said, therefore, “I
consent. Only let me request that you acquaint the man who gave you my
ring that I am safe, or he will fear for me.”
“I will do as you desire.”
“And I will confide myself to your care. I cannot, dare not, fear you.
If you would betray me, still I trust in the heavenly saints that guard
humanity.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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