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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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Leaving the splendour of extensive prospects, they now entered this narrow valley screened by

Rocks on rocks piled, as if by magic spell,
Here scorch'd by lightnings, there with ivy green.

The scene of barrenness was here and there interrupted by the spreading branches of the larch and cedar, which threw their gloom over the cliff, or athwart the torrent that rolled in the vale. No living creature appeared, except the izard, scrambling among the rocks, and often hanging upon points so dangerous, that fancy shrunk from the view of them. This was such a scene as SALVATOR would have chosen, had he then existed, for his canvas; St. Aubert, impressed by the romantic character of the place, almost expected to see banditti start from behind some projecting rock, and he kept his hand upon the arms with which he always travelled.

As they advanced, the valley opened; its savage features gradually softened, and, towards evening, they were among heathy mountains, stretched in far perspective, along which the solitary sheep-bell was heard, and the voice of the shepherd calling his wandering flocks to the nightly fold. His cabin, partly shadowed by the cork-tree and the ilex, which St. Aubert observed to flourish in higher regions of the air than any other trees, except the fir, was all the human habitation that yet appeared. Along the bottom of this valley the most vivid verdure was spread; and, in the little hollow recesses of the mountains, under the shade of the oak and chestnut, herds of cattle were grazing. Groups of them, too, were often seen reposing on the banks of the rivulet, or laving their sides in the cool stream, and sipping its wave.

The sun was now setting upon the valley; its last light gleamed upon the water, and heightened the rich yellow and purple tints of the heath and broom, that overspread the mountains. St. Aubert enquired of Michael the distance to the hamlet he had mentioned, but the man could not with certainty tell; and Emily began to fear that he had mistaken the road. Here was no human being to assist, or direct them; they had left the shepherd and his cabin far behind, and the scene became so obscured in twilight, that the eye could not follow the distant perspective of the valley in search of a cottage, or a hamlet. A glow of the horizon still marked the west, and this was of some little use to the travellers. Michael seemed endeavouring to keep up his courage by singing; his music, however, was not of a kind to disperse melancholy; he sung, in a sort of chant, one of the most dismal ditties his present auditors had ever heard, and St. Aubert at length discovered it to be a vesper-hymn to his favourite saint.

They travelled on, sunk in that thoughtful melancholy, with which twilight and solitude impress the mind. Michael had now ended his ditty, and nothing was heard but the drowsy murmur of the breeze among the woods, and its light flutter, as it blew freshly into the carriage. They were at length roused by the sound of fire-arms. St. Aubert called to the muleteer to stop, and they listened. The noise was not repeated; but presently they heard a rustling among the brakes. St. Aubert drew forth a pistol, and ordered Michael to proceed as fast as possible; who had not long obeyed, before a horn sounded, that made the mountains ring. He looked again from the window, and then saw a young man spring from the bushes into the road, followed by a couple of dogs. The stranger was in a hunter's dress. His gun was slung across his shoulders, the hunter's horn hung from his belt, and in his hand was a small pike, which, as he held it, added to the manly grace of his figure, and assisted the agility of his steps.