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The sound of her footsteps rouzed the Monk froainst which He reclined, while his eyes wandered over the ies of corruption contained in it, He pursued the Victim of his brutality, and soon overtook her He seized her by the areon

'Whither go you?' He cried in a stern voice; 'Return this instant!'

Antonia trembled at the fury of his countenance

'What, would you more?' She said with timidity: 'Is not my ruin compleated? Am I not undone, undone for ever? Is not your cruelty contented, or have I yet more to suffer? Let me depart Let me return to my home, and weep unrestrained my shame and my affliction!'

'Return to your home?' repeated the Monk, with bitter and conte with passion, 'What? That you may denounce me to the world? That you may proclaim me an Hypocrite, a Ravisher, a Betrayer, a Monster of cruelty, lust, and ingratitude? No, no, no! I knoell the whole weight of my offences; Well that your complaints would be too just, and my crimes too notorious! You shall not from hence to tell Madrid that I am a Villain; that my conscience is loaded with sins which make me despair of Heaven's pardon Wretched Girl, you must stay here with es of Death, these rotting loathsome corrupted bodies! Here shall you stay, and witness s; witness what it is to die in the horrors of despondency, and breathe the last groan in blasphemy and curses! And who am I to thank for this? What seduced me into crimes, whose bare remembrance makes me shudder? Fatal Witch! was it not thy beauty? Have you not plunged my soul into infamy? Have you not made me a perjured Hypocrite, a Ravisher, an Assassin! Nay, at this iveness? Oh! when I stand before his judgment-throne, that look will suffice to dae that you were happy, till I saw you; that you were innocent, till I polluted you! You will cohastly, those hands lifted in supplication, as when you sought froave not! Then will my perdition be certain! Then will cos of Fiends, and fla torments! And 'tis you, ill accuse uish! You, wretched Girl! You! You!'