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In the meantime, Lord Edmund's mind was tortured by the bitterest anguish, and his agitation, added to the pain of his wounds, produced a considerable degree of fever. The conduct of Elvira, and the anxiety she had evinced respecting the prince, seemed to confirm his worst suspicions. "Oh God! Oh God! " cried he, as he paced his prison in agony; "I could have borne anything but this -- it is too, too much. By Heaven! I could sell myself to everlasting perdition to be revenged."
As he spoke, he heard the key of his dungeon door grate in the lock, and he shuddered, for he almost fancied some hideous spectre would appear in answer to his call, and he felt indescribably relieved when he heard the gentle, insinuating tones of Father Morris. Sweet is the voice of friendship to the disappointed spirit, and soft falls the balm of consolation from those we love, upon the wounded heart. Edmund's bosom thus throbbed with transport when he saw the reverend father; and throwing his arms round his neck, he sobbed like a child.