The day is
particularly unfavourable, as it is accompanied with activity and
business. We must therefore wait for the night. Then we must watch our
opportunities, and embrace the favourable interval. Imogen, I feel not
for myself. I do not throw away a thought upon my own safety, and I am
ready to submit to every evil for your service and your defence. But
yet, my gentle, noble-minded shepherdess, I cannot promise any very
flattering probability of success. Indeed my hopes are not sanguine. The
difficulties that are before us appear to me insurmountable. One
mountain peeps through the breaches of another, and they are like a wall
built by the hand of nature, and reaching to the skies. Penmaenmawr is
heaped upon Snowdon, and Plinlimmon nods upon the summit of Penmaenmawr.
It is only by the intervention of a miracle that we can ever revisit the
dear, lamented fields of Clwyd. Let us then, my Imogen, compose
ourselves to the sedateness of despair. Let us surrender the success of
our future efforts to fate. And let us endeavor to solace the short and
only certain interval that we yet can call our own, by the recollection
of our virtuous loves."
"Alas," cried Imogen, "I understand not in what the sedateness of
despair consists.
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