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
Yes, my Lord, said La Motte, 'tis true that I dissipated the greater
part of an affluent fortune in luxurious indulgencies, and that I
afterwards took unworthy means to recover it: but I wish to be spared
upon this subject. I would, if possible, lose the remembrance of a
transaction which must for ever stain my character, and the rigorous
effect of which, I fear, it is not in your power, my Lord, to soften.
You may be mistaken on this point, replied the Marquis; my interest at
court is by no means inconsiderable. Fear not from me any severity of
censure; I am not at all inclined to judge harshly of the faults of
others: I well know how to allow for the emergency of circumstances; and
I think La Motte, you have hitherto found me your friend.
I have, my Lord.
And when you recollect, that I have forgiven a certain transaction of
late date----
It is true, my Lord; and allow me to say, I have a just sense of your
generosity. The transaction you allude to is by far the worst of my
life; and what I have to relate cannot therefore lower me in your
opinion. When I had dissipated the greatest part of my property in
habits of voluptuous pleasure, I had recourse to gaming to supply the
means of continuing them. A run of good luck for some time enabled me to
do this; and encouraging my most sanguine expectations, I continued in
the same career of success.
Soon after this, a sudden turn of fortune destroyed my hopes, and
reduced me to the most desperate extremity. In one night my money was
lowered to the sum of two hundred louis. These I resolved to stake also,
and with them my life; for it was my resolution not to survive their
loss. Never shall I forget the horrors of that moment on which hung my
fate, nor the deadly anguish that seized my heart when my last stake was
gone. I stood for some time in a state of stupefaction, till, roused to
a sense of my misfortune, my passion made me pour forth execrations on
my more fortunate rivals, and act all the phrensy of despair. During
this paroxysm of madness, a gentleman, who had been a silent observer of
all that passed, approached me.--You are unfortunate, Sir, said he.--I
need not be informed of that. Sir, I replied.
You have perhaps been ill used? resumed he.--Yes, Sir, I am ruined, and
therefore it may be said I am ill used.
Do you know the people you have played with?
No; but I have met them in the first circles.
Then I am probably mistaken, said he, and walked away. His last words
roused me, and raised a hope that my money had not been fairly lost.
Wishing for further information, I went in search of the gentleman, but
he had left the rooms. I however stifled my transports, returned to the
table where I had lost my money, placed myself behind the chair of one
of the persons who had won it, and closely watched the game. For some
time I saw nothing that could confirm my suspicions, but was at length
convinced they were just.
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