One desire still remained; it was to see Rosina previous to my
departure, that I might explain the cause of my delay. Conviction told
me that it was wrong; but the impulse I could not resist: had I not
yielded to it, I should have been unfortunate, but not guilty.
I wrote to her upbraiding her for her precipitation, and imploring a
final interview. Her answer was affecting--it brought showers of tears
from my eyes, and again inflamed my love. The interview was refused, as
it could be productive of no benefit, and would only call forth feelings
in opposition to her duty; but it was so kindly, so gently negatived,
that it was evident her inclination was at variance with her pen; and on
my repeating the request, as a proof that her affection had been
sincere, she unwillingly acceded.
We met--for our misery--for our guilt, we met.--From that moment, I
resolved never to abandon her--religion, virtue, morality, every feeling
was borne away by the re-appearance of the object of my adoration; and
before the interview was over, I again dared to breathe vows of fidelity
to one who had devoted herself to her God. "This cannot be, Henrique,"
said Rosina; "we must meet no more; reflect, and you will be convinced
of its impropriety. No dispensation from the vow will be permitted by my
parents--all hopes of union in this world are over--Oh! may we meet in
heaven!" and she clasped her hands in anguish as she disappeared.
I returned home, every pulse beating to madness.
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