Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription BLOWS AND DEFIANCE. 207
Nor is the condition a hard one. The youth is noble, intelligent,
and handsome ; lie will do honor to any house. It is only to
Say no more, slave ! Base, blackhearted, bitter slave ! Say
no more to me on this hateful subject. You have deceived me
long ; but you have not yet baffled me, as you insolently boast.
Still less are you the master of my fate !� The master of my
fate ! Ha ! lia ! ha ! That were, indeed, to be humbled to the
dust. Away, fool, and know that my foot shall yet be upon
your neck, while your false tongue licks the ground in which
you grovel. Away ! I defy you now, and spit upon you with
disgust and scorn. Give me way, that I may lose sight of your
false and hateful aspect."
The words of the man were full of a calm, but bitter sorrow,
as he stood before her.
"For your own sake and safety, Ulrica, I implore you. Be
not rash ; yield to the necessity which must go forward ; yield
to it with grace, and all may yet be well. There is still time
for safety and for repentance. On my knees, Ulrica, I suppli-
cate you to be more merciful to yourself, to me, to him !""Never, never !" she exclaimed, as, with violent hand and
sudden blow, she struck the speaker, who had knelt before her,
over the yet unclosed lips, and rapidly passed toward an oppo-
site entrance. He did not rise, but continued to implore her.
"This, too, I forgive, Ulrica. Once more I pray you !"" Slave ! Slave ! Slave ! Do your foulest base traitor, I
defy you !"
She disappeared in the same instant, and Bruno rose slowly
and sorrowfully to his feet ; while, trembling with equal wonder
and apprehension, I stole back with hurried but uncertain foot-
steps to my chamber, and hastily fastened the door behind me.
I NATURALLY expected that Bruno, in a short time, would fol-
low upon my footsteps, and deep indeed was the solicitude with
which I waited for his coming. No words could convey to the un-
derstanding of another the singular and oppressive feelings, doubts
and anxieties which had been awakened in my mind by the