hands), have mercy upon my father and me, and entitle yourself to that of Heaven! Oh! let those tears, those agonies, plead for us! let them express the feelings which language cannot utter!"
"I have already told you (said D'Alembert, with savage fury in his countenance), that my resolution is fixed; I now swear it—swear to give up your father to the offended laws of his country, except you consent to return my love."
He caught her in his arms, from which she vainly tried to disengage herself, and bore her shrieking and struggling to her chamber.
"Now, Madeline (cried he), speak—but ere you speak, deliberate; for on your words depends the fate of your father."
"Wretch! (exclaimed the agonized Madeline), you already know my determination."
