She was tranquil, but it was with the quietness of exhausted grief, not of resignation; and she looked back upon the past, and awaited the future, with a kind of out-breathed despair.

She was tranquil, but it was with the quietness of exhausted grief, not of resignation; and she looked back upon the past, and awaited the future, with a kind of out-breathed despair.

– Ann Radcliffe –

The Italian, or the Confessional of the Black Penitents. a Romance. by Ann Radcliffe, … in Three Volumes. … the Second Edition. Volume 1 of 3

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