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The Monk; a romance

CHAPTER I
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He had also acquired some taste in poetry, and even ventured sometimes to write verses himself.

He occasionally composed little Ballads in Spanish, his compositions were but indifferent, I must confess; yet they were pleasing to me from their novelty, and hearing him sing them to his guitar was the only amusement, which I was capable of receiving.

Theodore perceived well enough that something preyed upon my mind; But as I concealed the cause of my grief even from him, Respect would not permit him to pry into my secrets.
One Evening I was lying upon my Sopha, plunged in reflections very far from agreeable: Theodore amused himself by observing from the window a Battle between two Postillions, who were quarrelling in the Inn-yard.
'Ha! Ha!' cried He suddenly; 'Yonder is the Great Mogul.' 'Who ?' said I.
'Only a Man who made me a strange speech at Munich.' 'What was the purport of it ?' 'Now you put me in mind of it, Segnor, it was a kind of message to you; but truly it was not worth delivering.

I believe the Fellow to be mad, for my part.

When I came to Munich in search of you, I found him living at 'The King of the Romans,' and the Host gave me an odd account of him.


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