This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1795 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAP. XV. C3nce more seated by the bedside of her mother, who, on this morning, was too much indisposed to be able to leave it, Rosalie listened in silence to the continuation of a narrative in which she was so deeply interested. " While Helene was gone, (said Mrs Vyvian), I collected strength enough to rife and go to the window of my bedchamber. It was now night, but there was light enough to enable me to discern every object on the.lawn round the house. I gazed, however, without knowing why, or on what: --the thought of Ormsby gone--lost to me for ever--perhaps destroyed--silled me with such undescribable horror, that my power of. reflection seemed seemed to be annihilated. Impressed with. that one idea, my heart seemed petrified; the certainty of instant death would have been received as a matter of indifference. All that I wished was, to be assured of the fate of Ormsby. 1 thought that if I knew what was become of him, I could brave the severest anger of my father, and die content, since I believed my death in evitable How dismal every object; that I surveyed from my window appeared I-- not a human being appeared round the house: the woods that you may recollect terminate the lawn on one" side were almost half stripped of their leaves; but they looked black, dreary, and fit for deeds of horror.-----Yet do not, my dear Rosalie, believe, that however cruel I at that moment thought my father, I could > suppose him capable of so dreadful a crime as that of directing the death of Ormsby; but I figured to myself, that, rendered desperate by the force that had been used to tear him away, he had resisted, and sunk under under the numbers of unfeeling men who were ready at every hazard to obey my father's orders--no...