ained my shame and my affliction!'

'Return to your home?' repeated the Monk, with bitter and contemptuous
mockery; Then suddenly his eyes flaming with passion, 'What? That you
may denounce me to the world? That you may proclaim me an Hypocrite, a
Ravisher, a Betrayer, a Monster of cruelty, lust, and ingratitude? No,
no, no! I know well the whole weight of my offences; Well that your
complaints would be too just, and my crimes too notorious! You shall
not from hence to tell Madrid that I am a Villain; that my conscience
is loaded with sins which make me despair of Heaven's pardon. Wretched
Girl, you must stay here with me! Here amidst these lonely Tombs,
these images of Death, these rotting loathsome corrupted bodies! Here
shall you stay, and witness my sufferings; witness what it is to die in
the horrors of despondency, and breathe the last groan in blasphemy and
curses! And who am I to thank for this? What seduced me into crimes,
whose bare remembrance makes me shudder? Fatal Witch! was it not thy
beauty? Have you not plunged my soul into infamy? Have you not made
me a perjured Hypocrite, a Ravisher, an Assassin! Nay, at this moment,
does not that angel look bid me despair of God's forgiveness? Oh! when
I stand before his judgment-throne, that look will suffice to damn me!
You will tell my Judge that you were happy, till I saw you; that you
were innocent, till I polluted you! You will come with those tearful
eyes, those cheeks pale and ghastly, those hands lifted in
supplication, as when you sought from me that mercy which I gave not!
Then will my perdition be certain! Then will come your Mother's Ghost,
and hurl me down into the dwellings of Fiends, and flames, and Furies,
and everlasting torments! And 'tis you, who will accuse me! 'Tis you,
who will cause my eternal anguish! You, wretched Girl! You! You!'

As He thundered out these words, He violently grasped Antonia's arm,
and spurned the earth with delirious fury.

Supposing his brain to be turned, Antonia sank in terror upon her
knees: She lifted up her hands, and her voice almost died away, ere
She could give it utterance.

'Spare me! Spare me!' She murmured with difficulty.

'Silence!' cried the Friar madly, and dashed her upon the ground----

He quitted her, and paced the dungeon with a wild and disordered air.
His eyes rolled fearfully: Antonia trembled whenever She met their
gaze. He seemed to meditate on something horrible, and S