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  1. THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO
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  3. ANN RADCLIFFE
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  5. Contents
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  8. VOLUME 1
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  10. Chapter I
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  12. Chapter II
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  14. Chapter III
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  16. Chapter IV
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  18. Chapter V
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  20. Chapter VI
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  22. Chapter VII
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  24. Chapter VIII
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  26. Chapter IX
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  28. Chapter X
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  30. Chapter XI
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  32. Chapter XII
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  34. Chapter XIII
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  36. VOLUME 2
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  38. Chapter I
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  40. Chapter II
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  42. Chapter III
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  44. Chapter IV
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  46. Chapter V
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  48. Chapter VI
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  50. Chapter VII
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  52. Chapter VIII
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  54. Chapter IX
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  56. Chapter X
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  58. Chapter XI
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  60. Chapter XII
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  62. VOLUME 3
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  64. Chapter I
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  66. Chapter II
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  68. Chapter III
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  70. Chapter IV
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  72. Chapter V
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  74. Chapter VI
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  76. Chapter VII
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  78. Chapter VIII
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  80. Chapter IV
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  82. Chapter X
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  84. Chapter XI
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  86. Chapter XII
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  88. Chapter XIII
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  90. VOLUME 4
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  92. Chapter I
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  94. Chapter II
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  96. Chapter III
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  98. Chapter IV
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  100. Chapter V
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  102. Chapter VI
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  104. Chapter VII
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  106. Chapter VIII
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  108. Chapter IV
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  110. Chapter X
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  112. Chapter XI
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  114. Chapter XII
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  116. Chapter XIII
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  118. Chapter XIV
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  120. Chapter XV
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  122. Chapter XVI
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  124. Chapter XVII
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  126. Chapter XVIII
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  128. Chapter XIX
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  131. Endnotes
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'I called you here,' resumed her aunt, colouring, 'to tell you, that I will not be disturbed in my own house by any letters, or visits from young men, who may take a fancy to flatter you. This M. de Valantine—I think you call him, has the impertinence to beg I will permit him to pay his respects to me! I shall send him a proper answer. And for you, Emily, I repeat it once for all—if you are not contented to conform to my directions, and to my way of live, I shall give up the task of overlooking your conduct—I shall no longer trouble myself with your education, but shall send you to board in a convent.'

'Dear madam,' said Emily, bursting into tears, and overcome by the rude suspicions her aunt had expressed, 'how have I deserved these reproofs?' She could say no more; and so very fearful was she of acting with any degree of impropriety in the affair itself, that, at the present moment, Madame Cheron might perhaps have prevailed with her to bind herself by a promise to renounce Valancourt for ever. Her mind, weakened by her terrors, would no longer suffer her to view him as she had formerly done; she feared the error of her own judgment, not that of Madame Cheron, and feared also, that, in her former conversation with him, at La Vallee, she had not conducted herself with sufficient reserve. She knew, that she did not deserve the coarse suspicions, which her aunt had thrown out, but a thousand scruples rose to torment her, such as would never have disturbed the peace of Madame Cheron. Thus rendered anxious to avoid every opportunity of erring, and willing to submit to any restrictions, that her aunt should think proper, she expressed an obedience, to which Madame Cheron did not give much confidence, and which she seemed to consider as the consequence of either fear, or artifice.

'Well, then,' said she, 'promise me that you will neither see this young man, nor write to him without my consent.' 'Dear madam,' replied Emily, 'can you suppose I would do either, unknown to you!' 'I don't know what to suppose; there is no knowing how young women will act. It is difficult to place any confidence in them, for they have seldom sense enough to wish for the respect of the world.'

'Alas, madam!' said Emily, 'I am anxious for my own respect; my father taught me the value of that; he said if I deserved my own esteem, that the world would follow of course.'

'My brother was a good kind of a man,' replied Madame Cheron, 'but he did not know the world. I am sure I have always felt a proper respect for myself, yet—' she stopped, but she might have added, that the world had not always shewn respect to her, and this without impeaching its judgment.