Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
When the robbers entered the vault for the first time, he had been
remaining for some hours in a state of stupor, hanging over Clara, who
was in one of those deep swoons which, in some instances, have been
prolonged for several days. The first rush of fresh air completely
restored his senses, as it aided to revive her; but his dismay may be
conceived, when, unperceived by them,--for the ruffians passed close to
him,--he discovered, by their conversation, their desperate characters.
Summoning all his presence of mind to his aid, he remained perfectly
quiet, trusting that the men would quickly retire, and allow him to
escape with his precious burden in safety. He felt her pulse: it
already beat more strongly, and he prayed Heaven to restore her
completely. Anxiously he waited till the robbers had secured their
treasure, when, what was his horror to hear them close the door behind
them! He trusted, however, to be able to force open the door, towards
which, bearing Clara in his arms, he groped his way, aided by glimmering
streams of light, which found an entrance through various crevices in
the door, affording to his eyes, so long accustomed to darkness,
sufficient assistance to enable him to reach it. He was driven then to
the most maddening despair, when he found that all his strength was not
sufficient to open it. He called loudly for assistance; but no one
heard him, till at length, in hopeless agony, he seated himself on the
ground, with Clara in his arms, under the dreadful anticipation of a
lingering and painful death;--though it was not for himself he felt, it
was for the loved being he supported; and it was more with regret than
joy that he found her gradually reviving. After some time, she uttered
a few incoherent words, as one just awaking from sleep; but she was
again silent, evidently with the impression that she was labouring under
some dreadful dream; and Luis felt that it would be cruelty to assure
her of the truth: he was fearful of making even the slightest movement,
lest it should recall her to consciousness; and he now mourned that she
had not rather died at the first shock of the earthquake, than suffered
the tortures she must now too probably undergo.
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