The Monk; a romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis
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In truth till that moment it never came into his head that He could do any good in it; But He thought it necessary to make some little excuse to himself for having indulged his curiosity. He now made a second attempt to retire from the Church: For this time He gained the Porch without meeting with any impediment; But it was destined that He should pay it another visit that night. As He descended the steps leading into the Street, a Cavalier rushed against him with such violence, that Both were nearly overturned by the concussion. Lorenzo put his hand to his sword. 'How now, Segnor?' said He; 'What mean you by this rudeness?' 'Ha! Is it you, Medina?' replied the Newcomer, whom Lorenzo by his voice now recognized for Don Christoval; 'You are the luckiest Fellow in the Universe, not to have left the Church before my return. In, in! my dear Lad! They will be here immediately!' 'Who will be here?' 'The old Hen and all her pretty little Chickens! In, I say, and then you shall know the whole History.' Lorenzo followed him into the Cathedral, and they concealed themselves behind the Statue of St. Francis. 'And now,' said our Hero, 'may I take the liberty of asking, what is the meaning of all this haste and rapture?' |
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