Contents ( 132)
- THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO
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- ANN RADCLIFFE
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- Contents
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- VOLUME 1
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- Chapter I
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- Chapter II
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- Chapter III
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter V
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- Chapter VI
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- Chapter VII
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- Chapter VIII
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- Chapter IX
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- Chapter X
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- Chapter XI
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- Chapter XII
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- Chapter XIII
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- VOLUME 2
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- Chapter I
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- Chapter II
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- Chapter III
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter V
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- Chapter VI
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- Chapter VII
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- Chapter VIII
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- Chapter IX
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- Chapter X
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- Chapter XI
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- Chapter XII
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- VOLUME 3
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- Chapter I
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- Chapter II
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- Chapter III
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter V
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- Chapter VI
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- Chapter VII
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- Chapter VIII
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter X
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- Chapter XI
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- Chapter XII
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- Chapter XIII
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- VOLUME 4
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- Chapter I
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- Chapter II
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- Chapter III
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter V
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- Chapter VI
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- Chapter VII
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- Chapter VIII
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- Chapter IV
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- Chapter X
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- Chapter XI
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- Chapter XII
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- Chapter XIII
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- Chapter XIV
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- Chapter XV
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- Chapter XVI
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- Chapter XVII
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- Chapter XVIII
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- Chapter XIX
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- Endnotes
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'Let me not accelerate it,' said she to herself: 'for whatever I may be reserved, let me, at least, avoid self-reproach.'
As she looked on the massy walls of the edifice, her melancholy spirits represented it to be her prison; and she started as at a new suggestion, when she considered how far distant she was from her native country, from her little peaceful home, and from her only friend—how remote was her hope of happiness, how feeble the expectation of again seeing him! Yet the idea of Valancourt, and her confidence in his faithful love, had hitherto been her only solace, and she struggled hard to retain them. A few tears of agony started to her eyes, which she turned aside to conceal.
While she afterwards leaned on the wall of the rampart, some peasants, at a little distance, were seen examining a breach, before which lay a heap of stones, as if to repair it, and a rusty old cannon, that appeared to have fallen from its station above. Madame Montoni stopped to speak to the men, and enquired what they were going to do. 'To repair the fortifications, your ladyship,' said one of them; a labour which she was somewhat surprised, that Montoni should think necessary, particularly since he had never spoken of the castle, as of a place, at which he meant to reside for any considerable time; but she passed on towards a lofty arch, that led from the south to the east rampart, and which adjoined the castle, on one side, while, on the other, it supported a small watch-tower, that entirely commanded the deep valley below. As she approached this arch, she saw, beyond it, winding along the woody descent of a distant mountain, a long troop of horse and foot, whom she knew to be soldiers, only by the glitter of their pikes and other arms, for the distance did not allow her to discover the colour of their liveries. As she gazed, the vanguard issued from the woods into the valley, but the train still continued to pour over the remote summit of the mountain, in endless succession; while, in the front, the military uniform became distinguishable, and the commanders, riding first, and seeming, by their gestures, to direct the march of those that followed, at length, approached very near to the castle.
Such a spectacle, in these solitary regions, both surprised and alarmed Madame Montoni, and she hastened towards some peasants, who were employed in raising bastions before the south rampart, where the rock was less abrupt than elsewhere. These men could give no satisfactory answers to her enquiries, but, being roused by them, gazed in stupid astonishment upon the long cavalcade. Madame Montoni, then thinking it necessary to communicate further the object of her alarm, sent Emily to say, that she wished to speak to Montoni; an errand her niece did not approve, for she dreaded his frowns, which she knew this message would provoke; but she obeyed in silence.