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The Mysteries of Udolpho

Chapter III.2
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What worlds, or what vast regions, hold
Th' immortal mind, that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook!
IL PENSEROSO
Emily's mind was refreshed by sleep. On waking in the morning, she looked with surprise
on Annette, who sat sleeping in a chair beside the bed, and then endeavoured to recollect
herself; but the circumstances of the preceding night were swept from her memory, which
seemed to retain no trace of what had passed, and she was still gazing with surprise on
Annette, when the latter awoke.
'O dear ma'amselle! do you know me?' cried she.
'Know you! Certainly,' replied Emily, 'you are Annette; but why are you sitting by me
thus?'
'O you have been very ill, ma'amselle,--very ill indeed! and I am sure I thought--'
'This is very strange!' said Emily, still trying to recollect the past.--'But I think I do
remember, that my fancy has been haunted by frightful dreams. Good God!' she added,
suddenly starting--'surely it was nothing more than a dream!'
She fixed a terrified look upon Annette, who, intending to quiet her, said 'Yes,
ma'amselle, it was more than a dream, but it is all over now.'
'She IS murdered, then!' said Emily in an inward voice, and shuddering instantaneously.
Annette screamed; for, being ignorant of the circumstance to which Emily referred, she
attributed her manner to a disordered fancy; but, when she had explained to what her own
speech alluded, Emily, recollecting the attempt that had been made to carry her off, asked
if the contriver of it had been discovered. Annette replied, that he had not, though he
might easily be guessed at; and then told Emily she might thank her for her deliverance,
who, endeavouring to command the emotion, which the remembrance of her aunt had
occasioned, appeared calmly to listen to Annette, though, in truth, she heard scarcely a
word that was said.
'And so, ma'amselle,' continued the latter, 'I was determined to be even with Barnardine
for refusing to tell me the secret, by finding it out myself; so I watched you, on the
terrace, and, as soon as he had opened the door at the end, I stole out from the castle, to
try to follow you; for, says I, I am sure no good can be planned, or why all this secrecy?
So, sure enough, he had not bolted the door after him, and, when I opened it, I saw, by
 
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