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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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At length, the travellers began to ascend among the Apennines. The immense pine-forests, which, at that period, overhung these mountains, and between which the road wound, excluded all view but of the cliffs aspiring above, except, that, now and then, an opening through the dark woods allowed the eye a momentary glimpse of the country below. The gloom of these shades, their solitary silence, except when the breeze swept over their summits, the tremendous precipices of the mountains, that came partially to the eye, each assisted to raise the solemnity of Emily's feelings into awe; she saw only images of gloomy grandeur, or of dreadful sublimity, around her; other images, equally gloomy and equally terrible, gleamed on her imagination. She was going she scarcely knew whither, under the dominion of a person, from whose arbitrary disposition she had already suffered so much, to marry, perhaps, a man who possessed neither her affection, or esteem; or to endure, beyond the hope of succour, whatever punishment revenge, and that Italian revenge, might dictate.—The more she considered what might be the motive of the journey, the more she became convinced, that it was for the purpose of concluding her nuptials with Count Morano, with that secrecy, which her resolute resistance had made necessary to the honour, if not to the safety, of Montoni. From the deep solitudes, into which she was immerging, and from the gloomy castle, of which she had heard some mysterious hints, her sick heart recoiled in despair, and she experienced, that, though her mind was already occupied by peculiar distress, it was still alive to the influence of new and local circumstance; why else did she shudder at the idea of this desolate castle?

As the travellers still ascended among the pine forests, steep rose over steep, the mountains seemed to multiply, as they went, and what was the summit of one eminence proved to be only the base of another. At length, they reached a little plain, where the drivers stopped to rest the mules, whence a scene of such extent and magnificence opened below, as drew even from Madame Montoni a note of admiration. Emily lost, for a moment, her sorrows, in the immensity of nature. Beyond the amphitheatre of mountains, that stretched below, whose tops appeared as numerous almost, as the waves of the sea, and whose feet were concealed by the forests—extended the campagna of Italy, where cities and rivers, and woods and all the glow of cultivation were mingled in gay confusion. The Adriatic bounded the horizon, into which the Po and the Brenta, after winding through the whole extent of the landscape, poured their fruitful waves. Emily gazed long on the splendours of the world she was quitting, of which the whole magnificence seemed thus given to her sight only to increase her regret on leaving it; for her, Valancourt alone was in that world; to him alone her heart turned, and for him alone fell her bitter tears.

From this sublime scene the travellers continued to ascend among the pines, till they entered a narrow pass of the mountains, which shut out every feature of the distant country, and, in its stead, exhibited only tremendous crags, impending over the road, where no vestige of humanity, or even of vegetation, appeared, except here and there the trunk and scathed branches of an oak, that hung nearly headlong from the rock, into which its strong roots had fastened. This pass, which led into the heart of the Apennine, at length opened to day, and a scene of mountains stretched in long perspective, as wild as any the travellers had yet passed. Still vast pine-forests hung upon their base, and crowned the ridgy precipice, that rose perpendicularly from the vale, while, above, the rolling mists caught the sun-beams, and touched their cliffs with all the magical colouring of light and shade. The scene seemed perpetually changing, and its features to assume new forms, as the winding road brought them to the eye in different attitudes; while the shifting vapours, now partially concealing their minuter beauties and now illuminating them with splendid tints, assisted the illusions of the sight.