Trip 1239 of 4950 collection book69

Shebook20 is gone he cried shedding a flood of tears she is for ever lost and all my hopes of happiness are fled So saying he sunk upon that couch on which Monimia had oft reposed and abandoned himself to all the excess of grief and despondence. No my dear Renaldo expel the unworthy tenant from your bosom allow her to fill up the measure of her ingratitude by deserting her lover friend and benefactor. I will act the avenging minister of Heaven I will mangle that fair bosom which contains so false a heart I will tear her to pieces and scatter those beauteous limbs as a prey to the beasts of the field and the fowls of the air Fathom who expected this storm far from attempting to oppose its progress waited with patience until its first violence was overblown then assuming an air of condolence animated with that resolution which a friend ought to maintain on such occasions My dear Count said he I am not at all surprised at your emotion because I know what an heart susceptible as yours must feel from the apostasy of one who has reigned so long the object of your love admiration and esteem.... read all

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