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low-minded gratification has succeeded to another; pleasures of an
elevated and intellectual kind have been strangers to his heart; and
were it not that the subtlety of wit was a gift bestowed upon him by
supernatural existencies, he must long ere this have sunk his mind to
the lowest savageness and the most contemptible imbecility."
Edwin heard the tale of the Druid with the deepest attention. He was
interested in the information it contained; he was astonished at the
unfathomable witcheries of Rodogune; and he could not avoid the being
apprehensive of the unexpanded powers of Roderic. But the daring and
adventurous spirit of youth, and the anxiety that he felt for the
critical situation of Imogen, soon overpowered and obliterated these
impressions. The Druid finished; and he started from his seat. "Point
me, kind and generous Madoc, to the harbour of the usurper. I will
invade his palace. I will enter fearlessly the lime-twigs of his spells.
I will trust in the omnipotency of innocence. Though the magician should
be encircled with all the horrid forms that ingenious fear ever created,
though all the grizly legions of the infernal realm should hem in, I
will find him out, and force him to relinquish his prize, or drag him by
his shining hair to a death, ignominious and accursed, as has been the
conduct of his life.
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