Oh, foul
and insupportable disgrace!
"There is but one path. I know you will disappear together. In
thy ruin, how will the felicity and honor of multitudes be
involved! But it must come. This scene shall not be blotted by
his presence. No doubt thou wilt shortly see thy detested
paramour. This scene will be again polluted by a midnight
assignation. Inform him of his dangers; tell him that his crimes
are known; let him fly far and instantly from this spot, if he
desires to avoid the fate which menaced him in Ireland.
"And wilt thou not stay behind? But shame upon my weakness! I
know not what I would say. I have done what I purposed. To stay
longer, to expostulate, to beseech, to enumerate the consequences
of thy act,--what end can it serve but to blazon thy infamy and
embitter our woes? And yet, oh, think--think ere it be too late--
on the distresses which thy flight will entail upon us; on the
base, groveling, and atrocious character of the wretch to whom thou
hast sold thy honor. But what is this? Is not thy effrontery
impenetrable and thy heart thoroughly cankered? Oh, most specious
and most profligate of women!"
Saying this, he rushed out of the house.
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