'Me, Antonia?
You felt these sentiments for me ?' 'Even with more strength than you have described.

The very moment that I beheld you, I felt so pleased, so interested! I waited so eagerly to catch the sound of your voice, and when I heard it, it seemed so sweet! It spoke to me a language till then so unknown! Methought, it told me a thousand things which I wished to hear! It seemed as if I had long known you; as if I had a right to your friendship, your advice, and your protection.
I wept when you departed, and longed for the time which should restore you to my sight.' 'Antonia! my charming Antonia!' exclaimed the Monk, and caught her to his bosom; 'Can I believe my senses?
Repeat it to me, my sweet Girl! Tell me again that you love me, that you love me truly and tenderly!' 'Indeed, I do: Let my Mother be excepted, and the world holds no one more dear to me!' At this frank avowal Ambrosio no longer possessed himself; Wild with desire, He clasped the blushing Trembler in his arms.

He fastened his lips greedily upon hers, sucked in her pure delicious breath, violated with his bold hand the treasures of her bosom, and wound around him her soft and yielding limbs.

Startled, alarmed, and confused at his action, surprize at first deprived her of the power of resistance.

At length recovering herself, She strove to escape from his embrace.
'Father! ....