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Anonymous Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth…

But it is those warm natures which, once aroused, abandon to their love their every thought, that are soonest and most easily vanquished. They might endure the vicissitudes of a slow and gradual attachment with perfect equanimity; but the magic force of love’s first touch, taking them off their guard, awakens in their bosoms their deepest springs of feeling, and hurries them over every restraint, and past every opposing scruple, into all the excess of unbridled passion.
In the impetuosity of her nature, Inez had unlocked to her unknown lover the inmost recesses of her heart.
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Anonymous Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth…

Hardly had Hildebrand slipped behind the curtain, when, pushing open the door, he entered the chamber.
He was a man in years; but time, though it had whitened his hair, had not bent his tall form, or broken the stiffness of his figure. Even his grey hair, which would have given a venerable look to others, served to render his appearance more rigid, and the severity of his glance was magnified by his white brows, while his lips, pressed sternly together, looked more repulsive under his grizzled moustachios.
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Anonymous Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth…

A glow of pride suffused itself over Evaline’s cheek, as if she had received a personal honour, apart from the share in the passing scene, in such a vindication of Hildebrand; and when Sir Walter advanced to accost her, she made a step forward to meet him, and presented him her hand unasked.
“Things cannot but go well,” said Sir Walter, pressing her hand in his, “with so noble a lady, and so honourable a knight.”
“Will there be much delay, Sir?” asked Evaline, anxiously.
“Will there be any?” said Sir Edgar.
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