Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"Holy Mary, you frighten me with your vehemence!" exclaimed the young
lady, raising her hands to hide her countenance; "I thought you had more
wisdom than thus to make yourself appear ridiculous. Have I not before
said, that people, when they grow up, are not to be answerable for all
the folly and nonsense they may have committed in their childish days;
then why insist on what no girl of sense can allow?"
"Say no more, Donna Theresa, say no more," cried Don Luis; "I were dull
indeed not to comprehend your meaning. You have drawn aside the veil
which shrouded my eyes; for I had thought that an inconstant and
treacherous heart could not dwell within a form so lovely, so graceful
as yours; but now, alas! what a hideous spectacle is laid bare to my
sight! Donna Theresa, you have much to answer for to your sex. You
have been the first to shake my faith in the innate purity and virtue of
woman; for I supposed all who were so beauteous in form, must possess
natures equally fair and adorable; but from henceforth, for your sake,
can I place confidence in no one."
"Senhor, you are growing insolent," exclaimed the lady, rising from her
seat, with an angry spot on her lovely brow; "you presume too much on
our relationship and childish friendship, when you dare utter
expressions like these, which no cavalier should venture to make use of
before a lady."
Don Luis drew a step nearer, as if not understanding her last
observation. "It is impossible that I am really awake!" he exclaimed,
with deep passion. "A few fleeting months could not so alter Donna
Theresa's tender, loving nature, as to make her, with cold, callous
indifference, inflict so cruel, so bitter a wound on a heart which has
thus faithfully adored her. No no, I wrong her, I foully wrong her! I
wrong her gentle sex itself to suppose it possible. I see how it has
been--I have, during my absence, been maligned; my character has been
traduced, she has been taught to consider me false and faithless; a
wretch unworthy of a thought; but I will discover the slanderer, and
though I follow him through the world, I will punish him for his
baseness. Speak, Theresa, speak! say it is so, and relieve my heart
from the overpowering weight which is sinking it to despair; for then
may I quickly clear my fame, and regain the priceless jewel I have
lost!"
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