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LOUISA SIDNEY STANHOPE,

AUTHOR OF

MONTBRASIL ABBEY; THE BANDIT'S BRIDE; STRIKING

LIKENESSES; THE AGE WE LIVE IN, &c. &c.

This is an act 80 newly horrid,
So ghastly a contrivance of revenge,
at fiends themselves would start at the proposal

LEE.

VOL. II.

LONDON

PRINTED AT THE

gpinerba-Press,
FOR A., K. NEWMAN, AND CO.
successors to Lane, Newman, and Coud.
LEADENHALL-STREET.

1810.

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Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To sound what stop she pleases !

SHAKESPEARE.

“It was on the eve of the Carnival, two days after my arrival at Venice, that; in crossing the Rialto, a stranger rushed hastily past me, absorbed in deep reflection : his pace was unequal; sometimes pausing, apparently subdued by feeling; sometimes

hurrying

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hurrying on, as though the very shadow of his own form was conjured up into a pursuer. Yielding to the impulse of the moment, I kept him in view, fearing lest misfortune had vacillated reason, lest desperation should drive to the black oblivion of self-slaughter. He perceived not my intention, although I followed him to the shore of the Adriatic-although, rendered bold, I ventured sufficiently near to catch the deep sigh, as it swelled his pent-up

bo'som. Witness, Heaven ! it was not mere curiosity, but compassion, that induced me thus to purloin the secret of his sorrows ! To a stranger, pride might have checked the tale of misfortune; from a stranger, the offer of service might have been rejected—I knew the inborn greatness of a Venetian soul, I pitied the internal struggles of a Venetian spirit. Poverty, my heart whispered, was the source of affliction; and, with exulting satisfaction, that source I determined to remove. Instantly I formed a plan of following the stranger to his dwell

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