Date: 1797

"A deep sigh from Vivaldi recalled his wandering imagination; and, when he noticed again the sorrow in his master's look, all his lightly-joyous spirits fled."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"Paulo, meanwhile, mute and grave, was watchful of all that passed; he observed the revolutions in his master's mind, with grief first, and then with surprize, but he could not imitate the noble fortitude, which now gave weight and steadiness to Vivaldi's thought."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"After considering these circumstances, and the words, which had just told her she was to go no further, conviction struck like lightning upon her heart; and, believing she was brought hither to be assassinated, horror chilled all her frame, and her senses forsook her."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"The impression, which his look had left on her mind, so wholly engaged her in conjecture, that a considerable time elapsed before she remembered that he had brought the refreshment she so much required; but, as she now lifted it to her lips, a horrible suspicion arrested her hand; it was not, ho...

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"The day, however, was passed in terror, and almost in despondency; she could neither doubt the purpose for which she had been brought hither, nor discover any possibility of escaping from her persecutors; yet that propensity to hope, which buoys up the human heart, even in the severest moments o...

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"Is one spark of the fire, which has so long smouldered within my bosom, and consumed my peace, alive!"

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"But the subtlety of self-love still eluded his enquiries, and he did not detect that pride was even at this instant of self-examination, and of critical import, the master-spring of his mind."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"The ruling passion of his nature once more resumed its authority, and he determined to earn the honour which the Marchesa had in store for him."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"His respiration was short and laborious, chilly drops stood on his forehead, and all his faculties of mind seemed suspended."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"But Schedoni spoke not: the tumult in his breast was too great for utterance, and he pressed hastily forward. Spalatro followed."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)