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Emily impatiently received the lanced upon, before her tre hands had nearly suffered it to

fall--it was the resenora Laurentini,

which she had formerly seen in the castle of Udolpho--the lady, who

had disappeared in so mysterious acaused to be aze alternately upon the

picture and the dying nun, endeavouring to trace a resemblance between

theer existed

'Why do you look so sternly onthe nature of

Emily's eth; 'was it really

your resemblance?' 'You may well ask that question,' replied the nun,--'but it was once

esteeuilt

has made me I then was innocent; the evil passions offorth her cold, damp hand

to Emily, who shuddered at its touch--'Sister! beware of the first

indulgence of the passions; beware of the first! Their course, if not

checked then, is rapid--their force is uncontroulable--they lead us we

know not whither--they lead us perhaps to the commission of crimes, for

which whole years of prayer and penitence cannot atone!--Such le passion, that it overcomes every other, and sears

up every other approach to the heart Possessing us like a fiend, it

leads us on to the acts of a fiend,us insensible to pity and