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978-0-19-281079-3 / 0192810790

Mysteries of Udolpho (Oxford Paperbacks)

by Radcliffe, Ann

Publisher:Oxford University Press

Edition:Softcover

Language:English

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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1795. Excerpt: ... discover any resemblance between what I was, and what I am." Emily impatiently received the miniature, which her eyes had scarcely glanced upon, before her trembling hands had nearly suf> fered it to fall--it was the resemblance of the portrait of Signora Laurentini, which she had formerly seen in the castle of Udolpho--the lady, who had disappeared in so, mysterious a manner, and whom Montoni had been suspected of having caused to be murdered. . In silent astonishment, Emily continued to gaze alternately upon the picture and the dying nun, endeavouring to trace a resemblance between them, which no longer existed. " Why do you look so sternly on me ?" said Agnes, mistaking the nature of Emily's emotion. " I have seen this face before," said Emily, at length ; " was it realty your resemblance ?" u You may well ask that question," re plied the nun,--" but it was once esteemed a striking likeness of me. Look at me well, and fee what guilt has made me. I then was innocent; the evil passions of my nature flept. Sister !" added she solemnly, and stretching forth her cold, damp hand to Emily, who shuddered at its touch--" Sister ! beware of the sirst indulgence of the passions; beware of the first! Their course, if not checked then, is rapid--their force is uncontroulable--they lead us we know not whither--they lead us perhaps to the commission of crimes, for which whole years of prayer and penitence cannot atone !--Such may be the force of even a single passion, that it overcomes every other, and sears up every other approach to the heart. Possessing us like a fiend, it leads us on to the acts of a fiend, making us insensible to pity and to conscience. And, when its purpose is accomplished, like a fiend, it leaves us to the torture of those feelings, which its power had suspended--not ...

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