The Devil's Elixir, Vol. 2 (of 2)Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
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The Devil's Elixir, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
Devil -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction, German -- Translations into English; Gothic fiction; Monks -- Fiction
The powers of darkness had, for a time, acquired over me supreme
dominion. I exulted over Aurelia as my devoted prey, and began to think,
like a professed libertine, that her destruction would form the noblest
epoch in my life. Our present interview, however, was not suffered to be
of long duration, for Aurelia was summoned to attend the Princess, and I
was left alone. Her expressions in apologizing for her conduct at the
Princess's _chateau_, had convinced me that there existed some mystery
betwixt us, of the nature of which I was yet unaware, and which I had
not the means of unravelling, for I perceived that there was no chance
of inducing Aurelia to speak more explicitly on the subject.
Accident soon after revealed to me that which she had been so determined
to conceal. One day I happened to be in the apartment of that officer of
the court, whose business it was to take charge of the receipt and
delivery of letters. He was suddenly called out, when Aurelia's
waiting-maid came with a large packet, and placed it among others which
were already on the table. A fleeting glance confirmed me that the
hand-writing was that of the Baroness, and I perceived that the
superscription was to the Abbess of the Cistertian Nunnery at
Kreuzberg. With the rapidity of lightning the thought vibrated through
me, that this packet would afford the key to many yet unexplored
mysteries, and before the officer returned, I had retired, and taken
with me Aurelia's letter--of which now follows a transcript--
CHAPTER VIII.
"BARONESS AURELIA VON F----, to the Abbess
of the Cistertian Convent at Kreuzberg:--
"My dear kind Mother--How shall I find adequate words to announce
to you that your daughter is fortunate and happy--that at length
the horrid spectre is banished, whose terrific influence, blighting
every flower, and clouding every sun-gleam, had, for a long
interval, rendered her existence utterly wretched!
"But now self-reproach falls heavy on my heart. When after my
unhappy brother's death, and when my father perished from grief and
disappointment, you received and supported me during my otherwise
hopeless affliction, I ought then, not only to have confessed my
sins, but to have acquainted you fully and explicitly with the
strange and mysterious impressions, by which my tranquillity had
been broken.
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