The Romance of the Forest/Northanger Abbey [antikvár]

«t hen once sordid interest seizes on the heart, it freezes up the source of every warm and liberai feeiing; it is an enemy alike to virtue and to taste-this it perverts, and that it annihilates. The time may come, my friend, when death shall dissolve the sinews of avarice, and justice be permitted to resume her rights." Such were the words of the Advocate Nemours to Pierre de la Motte, as the latter stept at midnight into the carriage which was to bear him far from Paris, from his creditors and the persecution of the laws. La Motte thanked him for this last instance of his kindness, the assistance he had given him in escape; and when the carriage drove away, uttered a sad adieu! The gloom of the hour and the peculiar emergency of his circumstances sunk him in silent reverie. Whoever has read Guyot de Pitaval,* the most faithful of those writers who record the proceedings in the Parliamentary Courts of Paris during the seventeenth century, must surely remember the striking story of Pierre de la Motte and the Marquis Philippe de Montalt: let all such, therefore, be informed that the person here introduced to their notice was that individual Pierre de la Motte. As Madame La Motte leaned from the coach window and gave a last look to the walls of Paris-Paris, the scene of her former happiness, and the residence of many dear friends-the fortitude which had till now supported her, yielded to the force of grief. "Farewell all!" sighed she, "this last look and we are separated for ever!" Tears followed her words, and, sinking back, she resigned herself to the stillness of sorrow. The recollection of former times pressed heavily upon her heart: a few months before and she was surrounded by friends, fortune, and conse-