The Marquis thus continued.) 'Scarcely was the first burst of passion past when Agnes, recovering herself, started from my arms with horror.

She called me infamous Seducer, loaded me with the bitterest reproaches, and beat her bosom in all the wildness of delirium.

Ashamed of my imprudence, I with difficulty found words to excuse myself.

I endeavoured to console her; I threw myself at her feet, and entreated her forgiveness.

She forced her hand from me, which I had taken, and would have prest to my lips.
'Touch me not!' She cried with a violence which terrified me; 'Monster of perfidy and ingratitude, how have I been deceived in you! I looked upon you as my Friend, my Protector: I trusted myself in your hands with confidence, and relying upon your honour, thought that mine ran no risque.