Night and Morning, Volume 5 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"What a lovely face!" said the mother. "Is it--yes it is--the poor
idiot girl." "Ah!" said the bridegroom, tenderly, "and she, Mary, beautiful as she is, she can never make another as happy as you have made me." Vaudemont heard, and his heart felt sad. "Poor Fanny!--And yet, but for that affliction--I might have loved her, ere I met the fatal face of the daughter of my foe!" And with a deep compassion, an inexpressible and holy fondness, he moved to Fanny. "Come, my child; now let us go home." "Stay," said Fanny--"you forget." And she went to strew the flowers still left over Catherine's grave. "Will my mother," thought Vaudemont, "forgive me, if I have other thoughts than hate and vengeance for that house which builds its greatness over her slandered name?" He groaned:--and that grave had lost its melancholy charm. CHAPTER VII. "Of all men, I say, That dare, for 'tis a desperate adventure, Wear on their free necks the yoke of women, Give me a soldier."--_Knight of Malta_. |
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