Of this was Elvira so fully convinced, that She would have preferred putting into her Daughter's hands 'Amadis de Gaul,' or 'The Valiant Champion, Tirante the White;' and would sooner have authorised her studying the lewd exploits of 'Don Galaor,' or the lascivious jokes of the 'Damsel Plazer di mi vida.' She had in consequence made two resolutions respecting the Bible.

The first was that Antonia should not read it till She was of an age to feel its beauties, and profit by its morality: The second, that it should be copied out with her own hand, and all improper passages either altered or omitted.

She had adhered to this determination, and such was the Bible which Antonia was reading: It had been lately delivered to her, and She perused it with an avidity, with a delight that was inexpressible.

Ambrosio perceived his mistake, and replaced the Book upon the Table.
Antonia spoke of her Mother's health with all the enthusiastic joy of a youthful heart.
'I admire your filial affection,' said the Abbot; 'It proves the excellence and sensibility of your character; It promises a treasure to him whom Heaven has destined to possess your affections.

The Breast, so capable of fondness for a Parent, what will it feel for a Lover?
Nay, perhaps, what feels it for one even now?
Tell me, my lovely Daughter; Have you known what it is to love?
Answer me with sincerity: Forget my habit, and consider me only as a Friend.' 'What it is to love ?' said She, repeating his question; 'Oh! yes, undoubtedly; I have loved many, many People.' 'That is not what I mean.