Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 198 SOUTHWARD 110
singularity of my own tacit obedience, without disputation, to
the authority of this man. I acted, all the while, as if under
the sway of an instinct. His eye, in the next moment, gave a
hasty glance to the solitary window of my chamber and to the
door in the southern wall of the apartment.
That door is almost unapproachable," he said, seeing that
my eye followed the direction of his ; it leads to an abandoned
terrace which overhangs the lake. The portion of wall which
connected it with the castle is almost in ruins. Still it may bo
well that you should keep it bolted. The window, which is
grated and inaccessible, will yet afford you a pretty view of the
neighboring mountains ; these, as there is a lovely moon to-
night, you will be able to distinguish readily. Should the hours
seem tedious in my absence, you can amuse yourself by looking
forth. But, let me warn you at parting, Herman, open to no
summons but mine."
H~ left me at these words, and left me more perplexed, if not
more apprehensive, than ever. My meditations were neither
clear nor pleasant. Indeed, I knew not what to think, awl,
perhaps naturally enough, ended by distrusting my counsellor,
The change in his deportment and language had been no less
marvellous than was the reception which I had met with from
the baroness. The inference seems usually justified that where
there is mystery, there is guilt also ; and Bruno had evidently
been more mysterious and inscrutable than the baroness. She,
indeed, had spoken plainly enough. Looks, words, and actions,
had equally denounced and driven me from her presence ; and,
ignorant and innocent of any wrong, performed or contemplated,
I necessarily regarded my benefactress as the victim of sudden
lunacy. Still, it was impossible to reconcile the conduct of
Bruno, however strange and unaccountable it might seem, with
the idea of his unfaithfulness. IIe certainly, so far as I knew,
had ever been true to my interests. He had been something
more. He had shown himself deeply attentive to all my feel-
ings. Never had father bestowed more tender care on a be-
loved son, and shown more of parental favor in his attachments,
than had been displayed toward me from the first by this per.