--The
plotter of my ruin is as potent as he is--Ah! every hour is big with
calamity and destruction--every moment that we stay here is in the last
degree hazardous and decisive.--My keepers may be alarmed--Those eyes
that never close may be summoned to attention--we may be hemmed
in--prevented--Oh, Edwin, how fearful is this place--and how
unhoped--how joyful to me--must be an escape.--I thought this hated seat
had been impervious and impassable--Hark!--Did you not hear the sound of
feet?--No--every thing is still--Let us go this way--Say, by what path
did you come--Let us hasten our flight--let us make no delay--not look
behind."
"Yes, Imogen," replied Roderic, detaining her, "we will escape--But
this, my lovely maiden, is not the time--I am not yet prepared--We may
remain here in security--already the shades of evening begin to draw.
Every thing is now busy and active. We cannot pass from hence without
observation. In the silence of the night the attempt will be more
practicable. And you, Imogen, are a heroine. The Gods will watch over
us. Silence and darkness have nothing in them at which innocence should
be terrified. Till then let us reconcile ourselves to our situation. Let
us endeavour, by secrecy and stilness, not to attract to us the
attention of the enemies with which we are surrounded.
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