THE CASTLE OF SANTA FE. A Mobel. IN FOUR VOLUME S. BY CLERGYMAN'S DAUGHTER, AUTHOR OF JEALOUSY, OR THE DREADFUL MISTAKE. Here will I hold. If there's a Pow'r above us, THE CASTLE OF SANTA FE. CHAP. I. So as they travell'd on, the drouping night, Where they might hide their heads in quiet rest, ALTHOUGH Adeliza's frame trembled, yet was her mind immoveably fixed as to VOL. III. B her her deportment and language in the presence of her two persecutors. She was met at the door of the green saloon by the Duke. The Marquis did not appear. Adeliza seated herself. The Duke took a chair next her. "Am I, Miss Pembroke, to conclude that a night's reflection has taught you to consider better of what you yesterday chose to conceal? I cannot suppose you will be so infatuated, as to persevere in denying the knowledge you certainly must have, where the Marchioness is secreted." "I am at a loss to conjecture what can possibly have induced your Grace to take up so extraordinary a notion, or what part of my conduct can authorize you to suspect me guilty of such base ingratitude, such mean, no less than culpable conduct? I, Sir, know nothing of the dear dear Marchioness. Would to Heaven I did! I should not then feel so very wretched on her account as I now do!" You talk plausibly, Miss Pembroke." "And will even act, my Lord, with innocence and integrity." "If this is the case, why did you scruple to shew that letter to the Marquis, and which he said would satisfy him of your innocence, unless you had some powerful motive you were ashamed to confess, for keeping the contents a secret?" "I had, my Lord Duke, reasons for not shewing the letter; but not such as I had any cause to be ashamed of. Of this, however, be assured, that, let the consequences be what they may, I will submit to them, rather than take one step more towards proving my innocence, which is |