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
The difference between her own condition and that of other persons,
educated as she had been, struck her forcibly, and she wept. They, said
she, have friends and relations, all striving to save them not only from
what may hurt, but what may displease them; watching not only for their
present safety, but for their future advantage, and preventing them even
from injuring themselves. But during my whole life I have never known a
friend; have been in general surrounded by enemies, and very seldom
exempt from some circumstance either of danger or calamity. Yet surely I
am not born to be for ever wretched; the time will come when----She
began to think she might one time be happy; but recollecting the
desperate situation of Theodore,--No, said she, I can never hope even
for peace!
Early the following morning the good woman of the house came to inquire
how she had rested; and found she had slept little, and was much worse
than on the preceding night. The uneasiness of her mind contributed to
heighten the feverish symptoms that attended her, and in the course of
the day her disorder began to assume a serious aspect. She observed its
progress with composure, resigning herself to the will of God, and
feeling little to regret in life. Her kind hostess did every thing in
her power to relieve her, and there was neither physician nor apothecary
in the village, so that nature was deprived of none of her advantages.
Notwithstanding this, the disorder rapidly increased, and on the third
day from its first attack she became delirious, after which she sunk
into a state of stupefaction.
How long she remained in this deplorable condition she knew not; but on
recovering her senses she found herself in an apartment very different
from any she remembered. It was spacious and almost beautiful, the bed
and every thing around being in one style of elegant simplicity. For
some minutes she lay in a trance of surprise, endeavouring to recollect
her scattered ideas of the past, and almost fearing to move lest the
pleasing vision should vanish from her eyes.
At length she ventured to raise herself, when she presently heard a soft
voice speaking near her, and the bed curtain on one side was gently
undrawn by a beautiful girl. As she leaned forward over the bed, and
with a smile of mingled tenderness and joy inquired of her patient how
she did. Adeline gazed in silent admiration upon the most interesting
female countenance she had ever seen, in which the expression of
sweetness, united with lively sense and refinement, was chastened by
simplicity.
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