Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
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Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
An examination of the persons around me, increased the unpleasant
feelings which the place had inspired. With the exception of a few, the
greater number were evidently superior to their employments. Several of
them were young men like my companion--men not yet lost to sensibility,
who looked up with some annoyance as they beheld Kingsley accompanied
by a stranger. Two or three of the inmates were veteran gamesters.
You could see THAT in their business-like nonchalance--their rigid
muscles--the manner at once demure and familiar. They were evidently
“habitues del l'enfer”--men to whom cards and dice were as absolutely
necessary now, as brandy and tobacco to the drunkard. These men were
always at play. Even the smallest interval found them still shuffling
the cards, and looking up at every opening of the door, as if in
hungering anticipation of the prey. At such periods alone might you
behold any expression of anxiety in their faces. This disappeared
entirely the moment that they were in possession of the victim.
That imperturbable composure which distinguished them was singularly
contrasted with the fidgety eagerness and nervous rapidity by which you
could discover the latter; and I glanced over the operations of the two
parties, as they were fairly shown in several sets about the room, with
a renewed feeling of wonder how a man so truly clever and strong, in
some things, as Kingsley, should allow himself to be drawn so deeply
into such low snares; the tricks of which seemed so apparent, and
the attractions of which, in the present instance, were obviously so
inferior and low. I little knew by what inoffensive and gradual changes
the human mind, having once commenced its downward progress, can hurry
to the base; nor did I sufficiently allow for that love of hazard
itself, in games of chance, which I have already expressed the opinion,
is natural to the proper heart of man, belongs to a rational curiosity,
and arises, most probably, from that highest property of his intellect,
namely, the love of art and intellectual ingenuity. It would be very
important to know this fact, since then, instead of the blind hostility
which is entertained for sports of this description, by certain classes
of moralists among us, we might so employ their ministry as to deprive
them of their hurtfulness and make them permanently beneficial in the
cause of good education.
Kingsley seemed to conjecture my thoughts. A smile of lofty significance
expressing a feeling of mixed scorn and humility, rose upon his
countenance--as if admitting his own feebleness, while insisting upon
his recovered strength, A sentence which he uttered to me in a whisper,
at this moment, was intended to convey some such meaning.
“It was only when thrown to the earth, Clifford, that the wrestler
recovered his strength.”
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