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
When the game was ended I called one of my adversaries out of the room,
and telling him what I had observed, threatened instantly to expose him
if he did not restore my property. The man was for some time as positive
as myself; and assuming the bully, threatened me with chastisement for
my scandalous assertions. I was not, however, in a state of mind to be
frightened; and his manner served only to exasperate my temper, already
sufficiently inflamed by misfortune. After retorting his threats, I was
about to return to the apartment we had left, and expose what had
passed, when, with an insidious smile and a softened voice, he begged I
would favour him with a few moments' attention, and allow him to speak
with the gentleman his partner. To the latter part of his request I
hesitated, but in the mean time the gentleman himself entered the room.
His partner related to him, in few words, what had passed between us,
and the terror that appeared in his countenance sufficiently declared
his consciousness of guilt.
They then drew aside, and remained a few minutes in conversation
together, after which they approached me with an offer, as they phrased
it, of a compromise. I declared, however, against any thing of this
kind, and swore nothing less than the whole sum I had lost should
content me.--Is it not possible, Monsieur, that you may be offered
something as advantageous as the whole?--I did not understand their
meaning; but after they had continued for some time to give distant
hints of the same sort, they proceeded to explain.
Perceiving their characters wholly in my power, they wished to secure my
interest to their party, and therefore informing me that they belonged
to an association of persons who lived upon the folly and inexperience
of others, they offered me a share in their concern. My fortunes were
desperate; and the proposal now made me would not only produce an
immediate supply, but enable me to return to those scenes of dissipated
pleasure to which passion had at first, and long habit afterwards,
attached me. I closed with the offer, and thus sunk from dissipation
into infamy.
La Motte paused, as if the recollection of these times filled him with
remorse. The Marquis understood his feelings. You judge too rigorously
of yourself, said he; there are few persons, let their appearance of
honesty be what it may, who in such circumstances would have acted
better than you have done. Had I been in your situation, I know not how
I might have acted. That rigid virtue which shall condemn you, may
dignify itself with the appellation of wisdom, but I wish not to possess
it; let it still reside where it generally is to be found, in the cold
bosoms of those who, wanting feeling to be men, dignify themselves with
the title of philosophers. But pray proceed.
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