Riperdá, Juan Guillermo, Duke of, 1680-1737 -- Fiction; Wharton, Philip Wharton, Duke of, 1698-1731 -- Fiction
But striving to sooth and to cheer her, he vowed to see her at all
events early in the spring; and at the feet of her mother and her
uncle, implore their pardon, and consent to an eternal union. When she
became a little composed, he besought a ringlet of her hair to console
him in his lonely absence; and having pressed the trembling hand that
bestowed it, to his heart and his lips, he allowed her to break from
the clinging arms that vainly tried to withhold her. She rushed
through the garden into the house; and locking herself within her own
room, gave way to the anguish of her soul.
Ferdinand turned towards a remote winding of the cliffs, fuller of
self-arraignment than of satisfaction; yet though he detested the
selfishness of his recent conduct, the headlong impulse he had yielded
to his passion was too strong to allow him to make the only restitution
now in his power:--to release her from both her vows.
At noon the boat was announced that was to bear the travellers to
the carriage on the mainland, which was to convey them to the place
of embarkation for Spain. In the hurrying moments of departure, the
absence of Alice was remarked by none but the heart of Ferdinand; and
it yearned towards the sensibility which prevented her sharing these
last adieus. He touched the cheeks of her mother and sister with an
emotion they did not expect. He hastily embraced Louis; and putting
the hand of the Pastor reverentially to his lips, hurried down the
rocks to the beach.
The Marquis's farewell was more composed; but as he crossed the sands
to the boat, he stopped, and gathering up a few of the entrochi, (he
had heard called Saint Cuthbert's beads,) he bent his head to the grey
towers of the monastery, and turning towards Mr. Athelstone, said with
a smile, "these shall be my rosary, in grateful remembrance of this
holy isle!"
The venerable Pastor answered him with a benediction. He saw the father
and son embark; and stood with his silvered head bare to the wind, as
he waived his handkerchief to the diminishing vessel; and breathed a
prayer for the safety of its freight, in every movement of his uplifted
hands.
If Louis ever felt a touch of envy, it was at the moment when the
distant sail disappeared from the horizon; and as he slowly followed
the homeward step of his uncle, he sighed to himself; "they will soon
see my father!--They will understand all his glorious plans for the
service of his restored country!--They will witness his honours!--While
I----down, my rebellious, my ungrateful spirit!"
CHAP. IX.
The remainder of the autumn was passed in Lindisfarne by the different
members of the Pastor's family, with no change in the tranquil routine
of their occupations, and little apparent alteration in themselves.
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