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Emily listened in vain for the name of Valancourt Madahts of Venice, and of the pleasure she expected

fro the fine castle of Montoni, on the Apennine; which latter

boast, for Erandeur, and, particularly,

for such as the castle of Udolpho promised Thus the party continued to

converse, and, as far as civility would permit, to torture each other

by mutual boasts, while they reclined on sofas in the portico, and were

environed with delights both from nature and art, by which any honest

inations

would have been soothed into enchantment

The dawn, soon after, tre, gradually expanding, shewed the beautifully declining

for landscapes, stretched

at their feet Then the sun-bea up from behind the hills,

spread over the scene that fine saffron tinge, which seeer glea colours were revealed, except that its remoter features were

still softened and united in the htened to Emily by the dark verdure of the pines and cypresses,

that over-arched the foreground of the river

Thewith their boats to Venice, now for picture on the Brenta Most of these had little painted awnings,