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
The situation of Ladislas was a curious one. He had served in the
Russian campaigns against Persia and Turkey, and had been there daily
exposed to the chances of destruction; in the late struggle between
Poland and Russia, he had performed actions of such determined and
daring bravery as had made his name a glory to his countrymen, and a
terror to their enemies. In all these exploits he had devoted himself so
unreservedly to death, that his escape was considered as a miraculous
interposition of Heaven. It was not to be expected that this Mars in a
human form, this Achilles who had braved death in a thousand shapes,
should now consent to fly before the uplifted finger and visionary
warnings of a dream-sick girl; for such Marietta appeared to him to be.
He pitied her sufferings, endeavoured to soothe her, but asserted he had
seen no reason that could induce him to quit Naples.
A full quarter of an hour elapsed before an explanation could be wrung
from Marietta. The chaos that reigned in her mind may easily be
imagined. She had become possessed of a secret which involved the life
of two persons. Ladislas refused to save himself unless she revealed
what might place her brother’s life in jeopardy. Whichever way she
looked, destruction closed the view. Nature had bestowed on her a heart
exquisitely alive to the sufferings of others, a mind quick in
perceiving the nicest lines of moral rectitude, and strenuous in
endeavouring to act up to its perceptions. Any deviations in her conduct
from these principles had been the work of a fate that, strong and
fierce as a tempest, had bent down her weak youth like a reed beneath
its force. She had once loved Giorgio; he had played with and caressed
her in infancy—with the fond patronage of an elder brother had procured
her the only indulgences her orphaned childhood had ever known.
Fraternal love called loudly on her not to endanger his life; gratitude
as loudly called on her not to allow her benefactor to become his
victim. This last idea was too horrible to be endured. The present
moment is ever all-powerful with the young, and Marietta related what
she knew.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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