THE BRITISH NOVELISTS; WITH AN ESSAY, AND PREFACES BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY MRS. BARBAULD. A New Edition. VOL. XLVI. LONDON: PRINTED FOR F. C. AND J. RIVINGTON; W. LOWNDES; SCATCHERD THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO, A ROMANCE; INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY. BY ANN RADCLIFFE. Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns; Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts, IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. II. THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO. CHAPTER I. Dark power! with shuddering, meek submitted thought, Which thy awakening bards have told, COLLINS'S ODE TO FEAR. EMILY was recalled from a kind of slumber, into which she had at length sunk, by a quick knocking at her chamber: she started up in terror. Montoni and Count Morano instantly came to her mind; but having listened in silence for some time, and recognising the voice of Annette, she ventured to open the door. What brings you hither so early? said Emily, trembling excessively. Dear Ma'amselle! said Annette, do not look so pale. I am quite frightened to see you. Here is a fine bustle below stairs, all the servants running to and fro, and none of them fast enough! Here is a bustle, indeed, all of a sudden, and nobody knows for what! Who is below besides them? said Emily: Annette, do not trifle with me. Not for the world, Ma'amselle, I would not trifle for the world; but one cannot help making one's |