Tho' the passion he was inspired with
could not be heightened, his behaviour now proved it might at least be
rendered more ungovernable by being enflamed with wine: He no sooner was
alone with her, than he threw himself upon her as she was sitting in a
chair, crying, O when my angel, my dear adored Louisa, will you consent
to make me blest.--By heaven, I can no longer wait the tedious
formalities your modesty demands.--I cannot think you hate me, and must
this night ensure you mine. While he spoke these words his lips were so
closely cemented to her's, that had there been no other hindrance, it
would have been impossible for her to have reply'd.--But terrified
beyond measure at the wild disorder of his looks, the expressions he
made use of, and the actions that accompanied them, she wanted even the
power of repulsing, till seeing her almost breathless, he withdrew his
arms which he had thrown round her neck, and contenting himself with
holding one of her hands,--Tell me, pursued he, when may I hope a
recompence for all I have suffered?--I must, I will have an end of all
these fears of offending;--this cruel constaint;--this distance between
us.
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