The Monk; a romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis
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birth therefore will be no objection to my offering her my hand.
I should be a Villain could I think of her on any other terms than marriage; and in truth She seems possessed of every quality requisite to make me happy in a Wife. Young, lovely, gentle, sensible. . . .' 'Sensible? Why, She said nothing but ''Yes,'' and ''No''.' 'She did not say much more, I must confess--But then She always said ''Yes,'' or ''No,'' in the right place.' 'Did She so? Oh! your most obedient! That is using a right Lover's argument, and I dare dispute no longer with so profound a Casuist. Suppose we adjourn to the Comedy?' 'It is out of my power. I only arrived last night at Madrid, and have not yet had an opportunity of seeing my Sister; You know that her Convent is in this Street, and I was going thither when the Crowd which I saw thronging into this Church excited my curiosity to know what was the matter. I shall now pursue my first intention, and probably pass the Evening with my Sister at the Parlour grate.' 'Your Sister in a Convent, say you? Oh! very true, I had forgotten. And how does Donna Agnes? I am amazed, Don Lorenzo, how you could possibly think of immuring so charming a Girl within the walls of a Cloister!' 'I think of it, Don Christoval? How can you suspect me of such barbarity? You are conscious that She took the veil by her own |
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