The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.Radcliffe, Ann Ward
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The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction
They re-ascended to the forest; and Adeline fearful of observation,
directed Peter, to run first to the abbey, and invent some excuse for
his absence, if he had been missed. When she was again alone, she
yielded to a flood of tears, and indulged the excess of her distress.
She saw herself without friends, without relations, destitute, forlorn,
and abandoned to the worst of evils; betrayed by the very persons to
whose comfort she had so long administered, whom she had loved as her
protectors, and revered as her parents! These reflections touched her
heart with the most afflicting sensations, and the sense of her
immediate danger was for a while absorbed in the grief occasioned by a
discovery of such guilt in others.
At length she roused all her fortitude, and turning towards the abbey
endeavoured to await with patience the hour of evening, and to sustain
an appearance of composure in the presence of Monsieur and Madame La
Motte. For the present she wished to avoid seeing either of them,
doubting her ability to disguise her emotions: having reached the abbey,
she therefore passed on to her chamber. Here she endeavoured to direct
her attention to indifferent subjects, but in vain; the danger of her
situation, and the severe disappointment she had received in the
character of those whom she had so much esteemed and even loved, pressed
hard upon her thoughts. To a generous mind few circumstances are more
afflicting than a discovery of perfidy in those whom we have trusted,
even though it may fail of any absolute inconvenience to ourselves. The
behaviour of Madame La Motte in thus, by concealment, conspiring to her
destruction, particularly shocked her.
How has my imagination deceived me! said she; what a picture did it draw
of the goodness of the world! And must I then believe that every body is
cruel and deceitful? No--let me still be deceived, and still suffer,
rather than be condemned to a state of such wretched suspicion. She now
endeavoured to extenuate the conduct of Madame La Motte, by attributing
it to a fear of her husband. She dares not oppose his will, said she,
else she would warn me of my danger, and assist me to escape from it.
No--I will never believe her capable of conspiring my ruin; terror alone
keeps her silent.
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