The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Radcliffe — Read

Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land, / For many a long month lost in snow profound, / When Sol from Cancer sends the seasons bland, / And in their northern cave the storms hath bound; / From silent mountains, straight, with startling sound, / Torrents are hurl'd, green hills emerge, and lo, / The trees with foliage, cliffs with flowers are crown'd; / Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go; / And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow. / - Beattie

Several of her succeeding days passed in suspense, for Ludovico could only learn from the soldiers, that there was a prisoner in the apartment, described to him by Emily, and that he was a Frenchman, whom they had taken in one of their skirmishes, with a party of his countrymen. During this interval, Emily escaped the persecutions of Bertolini, and Verezzi, by confining herself to her apartment; except that sometimes, in an evening, she ventured to walk in the adjoining corridor. Montoni appeared to respect his last promise, though he had profaned his first; for to his protection only could she attribute her present repose; and in this she was now so secure, that she did not wish to leave the castle, till she could obtain some certainty concerning Valancourt; for which she waited, indeed, without any sacrifice of her own comfort, since no circumstance had occurred to make her escape probable.