Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Night came on, though it was scarcely perceptible on account of the
bright fires which blazed in every part of the city, and still they
continued in the same position; nor did Captain Pinto, according to his
promise, return.
"Oh, Santa Maria Joze! my sweet mistress!" cried poor Gertrudes; "you
are torn from us for ever, in your youth and beauty! alas! alas! and
here am I, a worthless old woman, alive and well, mourning for your
loss!" and again she wrung her hands in despair.
On a sudden her master sat upright, and looked wildly around, unable, at
first, to comprehend what had happened; but the sights which met his
view soon convinced him of the dreadful reality. His heart was indeed
bowed with grief, his pride fallen--his only son was slain, his fair
daughter lost to him for ever! Yet, though convinced of her fate, he
could not tear himself from the spot--and whither could he go? It was
impossible for him to venture through the ruined streets, amid burning
houses and falling walls. He had just arrived at a complete perception
of his misfortunes, when a shriek struck his ear. A father's senses
were not to be deceived--it was his daughter's voice! He rose to his
feet as a man rushed by, bearing a female form in his arms. There was
no deception--that cry for aid was Clara's--that shape was hers. He in
vain endeavoured to arrest the man in his flight--he attempted to
pursue--but his strength failed him. He called on him, in accents of
despair, to restore his child; but the ruffian heeded him not, and the
fidalgo sank exhausted on the ground. Old Gertrudes, also, had striven
to follow; but, weak from fatigue and long fasting, she had not taken
many steps before her strength failed her; and, uttering cries for
assistance, she fell near her master.
Though the group of homeless and helpless nuns still remained where they
had first collected, they were in too apathetic a state to offer any
assistance. No one thought of impeding the vile ravisher in his course,
for, alas! such scenes had already become but too common, and the whole
city was now filled with shrieks and piteous cries for mercy, unheeded
by the savage miscreants who had become the undisputed lords of all.
Captain Pinto's search for his friend proved, of course, as unsuccessful
as at first, till at length he recollected the state in which he had
left the bereaved father of his friend's mistress, when, with great
difficulty procuring some food, notwithstanding all the dangers to be
encountered, he set forward to carry him assistance, accompanied by
Pedro and another man, whom he engaged for the purpose.
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