This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1889 Excerpt: ... Isab. I dare not--I dare not yet, lest you kill before you hear my story--and you must hear that. Cres. No more, no more! Misery needs no remembrancer. Isab. It must be. Cres. Alas! Alas! Isab. Listen for the last time. You know how, sitting last night under the shelter of those white hairs in which my maiden youth had grown, those wretches, whose only law is force, stole upon us. He who had feign"d that quarrel in our house, seizing and tearing me from your bosom as a lamb from the fold, carried me off; my own cries stifled, yours dying away behind me, and yet ringing in my ears like the sound of a trumpet that has ceas"d!--till here, where out of reach of pursuit,--all dark--the very moon lost from heaven--the wretch began with passionate lies to excuse his violence by his...