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argue with himself , and his rapid thoughts said , " Do I not feel the necessity of this act ? does not what is dearer to me than existence—does notuny consequence depend on the execution of it ? Is she not also beloved by the young Vivaldi?—have I already forgotten the church of the Sp irito Santo ?" This consideration re-animated him ; vengeance nerved his arm , and drawing aside the lawn from her bosom , he once more raised it to strike ; when , after gazing for an instant , some new cause of" horror seemed to seize all his
frame , and he stood for some moments aghast and motionless like a statue . His respiration was short and laborious , chilly drops stood on his forehead , and all his faculties of mind seemed suspended . When he recovered , he stooped to examine again the miniature , which had occasioned this revolution , and which had lain concealed beneath the lawn that he withdrew . The terrible certainty was almost confirmed , and forgetting , in his impatience to know the truth , the imprudence of suddenly discovering himself to Ellena at
this hour of the night , and with a dagger at his feet , he called , loudly " Awake ! awake ! Say , what is your name ? "Speak ! speak quickly ! " < . c Ellena , aroused by a man ' s voice , started from her mattress , when , perceiving Schedoni , and by the pale glare of the lamp , his haggard courw tenance , she shrieked , and sunk b ; ick on the p illow . She had not fainted ; and believing that be came to murder her , she now exerted herself to plead for mercy . The energy of her feelings enabled her to rise and throw herself at ills feet , " Be merciful , O father ! be merciful ! " said she , in a trembling voice .
" Father ! " interrupted Schedoni , with earnestness ; and then , seeming to restrain himself , he added , with unaffected surprise , " Wh y are you thus terrified ?" . for he had lost , in new interests and emotions , all consciousness of evil intention , and of the singularity of his situation . " What do you fear ? " he repeated . " Have pity , holy father ! " exclaimed Ellena iri agony . _ . , " Why do you not say whose portrait , that is ? " demanded he , forgetting
that he had not asked the question before : " " " Whose portrait ? " repeated the confessor in a loud voice * " Whose portrait ! " said Ellena , with extreme surprise . " Ay , how came you by it ? Be quick—whose resemblance is it ?" " Why should you wish to know ? " said Ellena . ct Answer my question , " repeated Schedoni , with encreasing sternness . " I cannot part with it , holy father , " replied Ellena , pressing it to her
bosom : " you do not wish me to part with it !" " Is it impossible to make you answer my question ? " said be , in extreme perturbation , and turning away from her— " has fear utterly confounded you ? " Then , again stepping towards her , and seizing her wrist , be repeated the demand in a tone of desperation . " Alas ! he is dead ! or I should not now want a protector , " replied Ellena , shrinking from his grasp , and weeping . " You trifle , " said Schedoni , with a terrible look , — " I once more demand an answer—whose picture ? "
' Ellena lilted it , gazed upon it for a moment , and then pressing it to her lips said , " This was my father . " "Your father ! " he repeated in an inward voice— " your father ! " and shuddering , turned away . Ellena looked at him with surprise . " I never knew a father ' s care , " she said , _ " nor till lately did I perceive the want of it . —But now" ¦ " His name ? " interrupted the confessor . <
"But now" continued Kllena—'' if you are not as a father to me—to whom can I look for protection ?" " His name ? " repeated Schedoni , with sterner ' emphasis . " It is sacred , " replied Ellena , " for he was uiilbmrnats ! "
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Review Of New Publications.
argue with himself , and his rapid thoughts said , " Do I not feel the necessity of this act ? does not what is dearer to me than existence—does notuny consequence depend on the execution of it ? Is she not also beloved by the young Vivaldi?—have I already forgotten the church of the Sp irito Santo ?" This consideration re-animated him ; vengeance nerved his arm , and drawing aside the lawn from her bosom , he once more raised it to strike ; when , after gazing for an instant , some new cause of" horror seemed to seize all his
frame , and he stood for some moments aghast and motionless like a statue . His respiration was short and laborious , chilly drops stood on his forehead , and all his faculties of mind seemed suspended . When he recovered , he stooped to examine again the miniature , which had occasioned this revolution , and which had lain concealed beneath the lawn that he withdrew . The terrible certainty was almost confirmed , and forgetting , in his impatience to know the truth , the imprudence of suddenly discovering himself to Ellena at
this hour of the night , and with a dagger at his feet , he called , loudly " Awake ! awake ! Say , what is your name ? "Speak ! speak quickly ! " < . c Ellena , aroused by a man ' s voice , started from her mattress , when , perceiving Schedoni , and by the pale glare of the lamp , his haggard courw tenance , she shrieked , and sunk b ; ick on the p illow . She had not fainted ; and believing that be came to murder her , she now exerted herself to plead for mercy . The energy of her feelings enabled her to rise and throw herself at ills feet , " Be merciful , O father ! be merciful ! " said she , in a trembling voice .
" Father ! " interrupted Schedoni , with earnestness ; and then , seeming to restrain himself , he added , with unaffected surprise , " Wh y are you thus terrified ?" . for he had lost , in new interests and emotions , all consciousness of evil intention , and of the singularity of his situation . " What do you fear ? " he repeated . " Have pity , holy father ! " exclaimed Ellena iri agony . _ . , " Why do you not say whose portrait , that is ? " demanded he , forgetting
that he had not asked the question before : " " " Whose portrait ? " repeated the confessor in a loud voice * " Whose portrait ! " said Ellena , with extreme surprise . " Ay , how came you by it ? Be quick—whose resemblance is it ?" " Why should you wish to know ? " said Ellena . ct Answer my question , " repeated Schedoni , with encreasing sternness . " I cannot part with it , holy father , " replied Ellena , pressing it to her
bosom : " you do not wish me to part with it !" " Is it impossible to make you answer my question ? " said be , in extreme perturbation , and turning away from her— " has fear utterly confounded you ? " Then , again stepping towards her , and seizing her wrist , be repeated the demand in a tone of desperation . " Alas ! he is dead ! or I should not now want a protector , " replied Ellena , shrinking from his grasp , and weeping . " You trifle , " said Schedoni , with a terrible look , — " I once more demand an answer—whose picture ? "
' Ellena lilted it , gazed upon it for a moment , and then pressing it to her lips said , " This was my father . " "Your father ! " he repeated in an inward voice— " your father ! " and shuddering , turned away . Ellena looked at him with surprise . " I never knew a father ' s care , " she said , _ " nor till lately did I perceive the want of it . —But now" ¦ " His name ? " interrupted the confessor . <
"But now" continued Kllena—'' if you are not as a father to me—to whom can I look for protection ?" " His name ? " repeated Schedoni , with sterner ' emphasis . " It is sacred , " replied Ellena , " for he was uiilbmrnats ! "