ABSTRACT
In the interim, Millroh, the forgotten Millroh, was struggling with a half-conquered partiality for Waldorf. Nor was that all; the melancholy doubts / and reflections which he had awakened, but which she had, in part, diverted from her mind, now recurred with fresh violence, and almost menaced her reason: naturally of a disposition weakly conscientious, she suffered the most poignant anguish; she strove to reason, but, like a drowning wretch, her very struggles for escape precipitated her the further from it: in vain were these trials – she sunk still lower; her mind was bewildered, and a wasting decline enervated her shattered frame. Melancholy and superstition overwhelmed her; and death, in dim perspective, seemed anxiously waiting to close the painful scene. Waldorf, it was well known, resided in France; she therefore sent him a letter, to awaken / his feelings and remembrance that she yet existed; it was truly descriptive of her anguish, and spoke to the heart of Waldorf.
