Ann Radcliffe

Ann Radcliffe 

09 de Julho de 1764 a 07 de Fevereiro de 1823

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"The carriages were at the gates at an early hour; the bustle of the 

domestics, passing to and fro in the galleries, awakened 

Emily from harassing slumbers: her unquiet mind had, 

during the night, presented her with terrific images and obscure 

circumstances, concerning her affection and her future life. 

She now endeavoured to chase away the impressions they 

had left on her fancy; but from imaginary evils she awoke 

to the consciousness of real ones. 

Recollecting that she had parted with Valancourt, perhaps 

for ever, her heart sickened as memory revived. 

But she tried to dismiss the dismal forebodings that crowded on 

her mind, and to restrain the sorrow which she could 

not subdue; efforts which diffused over the 

settled melancholy of her countenance an expression 

of tempered resignation, as a thin veil, thrown over the features 

of beauty, renders them more interesting by a partial concealment. 

But Madame Montoni observed nothing in this countenance 

except its usual paleness, which attracted her censure. 

She told her niece, that she had been indulging in fanciful sorrows, 

and begged she would have more regard for decorum, 

than to let the world see that she could not renounce 

an improper attachment; at which Emily's pale cheek became 

flushed with crimson, but it was the blush of pride, 

and she made no answer. Soon after, Montoni entered the breakfast 

room, spoke little, and seemed impatient to be gone."

Ann Radcliffe - The Mysteries of Udolpho