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
She paused, and her first impulse was to retreat; but listening, and
hearing no sound, a faint hope beamed upon her mind, that the person to
whom the light belonged, might be won to favour her escape. She
advanced, with trembling and cautious steps, towards the recess, that
she might secretly observe the person, before she ventured to enter it.
Her emotion increased as she approached; and, having reached the bower,
she beheld, through an open window, the Marquis reclining on a sofa,
near which stood a table, covered with fruit and wine. He was alone, and
his countenance was flushed with drinking.
While she gazed, fixed to the spot by terror, he looked up towards the
casement; the light gleamed full upon her face, but she stayed not to
learn whether he had observed her, for, with the swiftness of sound, she
left the place and ran, without knowing whether she was pursued. Having
gone a considerable way, fatigue at length compelled her to stop, and
she threw herself upon the turf, almost fainting with fear and languor.
She knew, if the Marquis detected her in an attempt to escape, he would,
probably, burst the bounds which she had hitherto prescribed to himself,
and that she had the most dreadful evils to expect. The palpitations of
terror were so strong, that she could with difficulty breathe.
She watched and listened in trembling expectation, but no form met her
eye, no sound her ear; in this state she remained a considerable time.
She wept, and the tears she shed relieved her oppressed heart. O my
father! said she, why did you abandon your child? If you knew the
dangers to which you have exposed her, you would, surely, pity and
relieve her. Alas! shall I never find a friend! am I destined still to
trust and be deceived?--Peter too, could he be treacherous? She wept
again, and then returned to a sense of her present danger, and to a
consideration of the means of escaping it--but no means appeared.
To her imagination the grounds were boundless; she had wandered from
lawn to lawn, and from grove to grove, without perceiving any
termination to the place; the garden-wall she could not find, but she
resolved neither to return to the chateau, nor to relinquish her search.
As she was rising to depart, she perceived a shadow move along at some
distance: she stood still to observe it. It slowly advanced and then
disappeared; but presently she saw a person emerge from the gloom, and
approach the spot where she stood. She had no doubt that the Marquis had
observed her, and she ran with all possible speed to the shade of some
woods on the left. Footsteps pursued her, and she heard her name
repeated, while she in vain endeavoured to quicken her pace.
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