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Chapter II.1
Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold!
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery hence! Macbeth.
Continuation of the History of Don Raymond.
My journey was uncommonly agreeable: I found the Baron a Man of some sense, but
little knowledge of the world. He had past a great part of his life without stirring beyond
the precincts of his own domains, and consequently his manners were far from being the
most polished: But He was hearty, good-humoured, and friendly. His attention to me was
all that I could wish, and I had every reason to be satisfied with his behaviour. His ruling
passion was Hunting, which He had brought himself to consider as a serious occupation;
and when talking over some remarkable chace, He treated the subject with as much
gravity as it had been a Battle on which the fate of two kingdoms was depending. I
happened to be a tolerable Sportsman: Soon after my arrival at Lindenberg I gave some
proofs of my dexterity. The Baron immediately marked me down for a Man of Genius,
and vowed to me an eternal friendship.
That friendship was become to me by no means indifferent. At the Castle of Lindenberg I
beheld for the first time your Sister, the lovely Agnes. For me whose heart was
unoccupied, and who grieved at the void, to see her and to love her were the same. I
found in Agnes all that was requisite to secure my affection. She was then scarcely
sixteen; Her person light and elegant was already formed; She possessed several talents
in perfection, particularly those of Music and drawing: Her character was gay, open, and
good-humoured; and the graceful simplicity of her dress and manners formed an
advantageous contrast to the art and studied Coquetry of the Parisian Dames, whom I had
just quitted. From the moment that I beheld her, I felt the most lively interest in her fate. I
made many enquiries respecting her of the Baroness.
'She is my Niece,' replied that Lady; 'You are still ignorant, Don Alphonso, that I am your
Countrywoman. I am Sister to the Duke of Medina Celi: Agnes is the Daughter of my
second Brother, Don Gaston: She has been destined to the Convent from her cradle, and
will soon make her profession at Madrid.'
(Here Lorenzo interrupted the Marquis by an exclamation of surprise.
'Intended for the Convent from her cradle?' said He; 'By heaven, this is the first word that
I ever heard of such a design!'