Alice, or the Mysteries — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Alice, or the Mysteries — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
They returned to Paris, affianced and plighted lovers; and then it was
that Evelyn sought carefully and resolutely to banish from her mind all
recollection, all regret, of the absent Legard: she felt the solemnity
of the trust confided in her, and she resolved that no thought of hers
should ever be of a nature to gall the generous and tender spirit that
had confided its life of life to her care. The influence of Maltravers
over her increased in their new and more familiar position, and yet
still it partook too much of veneration, too little of passion; but
that might be her innocence and youth. He, at least, was sensible of no
want,--she had chosen him from the world; and fastidious as he deemed
himself, he reposed, without a doubt, on the security of her faith. None
of those presentiments which had haunted him when first betrothed
to Florence disturbed him now. The affection of one so young and so
guileless seemed to bring back to him all his own youth--we are ever
young while the young can love us! Suddenly, too, the world took to his
eyes a brighter and fairer aspect. Hope, born again, reconciled him to
his career and to his race! The more he listened to Evelyn, the more he
watched every evidence of her docile but generous nature, the more he
felt assured that he had found at last a heart suited to his own. Her
beautiful serenity of temper, cheerful, yet never fitful or unquiet,
gladdened him with its insensible contagion. To be with Evelyn was like
basking in the sunshine of some happy sky! It was an inexpressible
charm to one wearied with "the hack sights and sounds" of this jaded
world,--to watch the ever-fresh and sparkling the thoughts and fancies
which came from a soul so new to life! It enchanted one, painfully
fastidious in what relates to the true nobility of character, that,
however various the themes discussed, no low or mean thought ever
sullied those beautiful lips. It was not the mere innocence of
inexperience, but the moral incapability of guile, that charmed him
in the companion he had chosen on his path to Eternity! He was also
delighted to notice Evelyn's readiness of resources: she had that
faculty, without which woman has no independence from the world, no
pledge that domestic retirement will not soon languish into wearisome
monotony,--the faculty of making trifles contribute to occupation
or amusement; she was easily pleased, and yet she so soon reconciled
herself to disappointment. He felt, and chid his own dulness for not
feeling it before, that, young and surpassingly lovely as she was, she
required no stimulant from the heated pursuits and the hollow admiration
of the crowd.
"Such," thought he, "are the natures that alone can preserve through
years the poetry of the first passionate illusion, that can alone render
wedlock the seal that confirms affection, and not the mocking ceremonial
that vainly consecrates its grave!"
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