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
At first I reproached myself that I had not done so. I accused myself of
tameness--the dishonorable tameness of submitting to indignity--the last
of all indignities--and of conferring calmly, even good-humoredly,
with the wrong-doer. But cooler moments came. A brief interval
sufficed--helped by the flood of tears which rushed, hot and scalding,
from my eyes--to subdue the angry spirit. I remembered my pledges to the
father; my unspeakable obligations to him; and when I again recollected
that my convictions had not assailed the purity of my wife, and,
at most, had questioned her affections only, my forbearance seemed
justified.
But could the matter rest where it was? Impossible! What was to be done?
It was clear enough that the only thing that could be done, for the
relief of all parties, was to be done by myself. Edgerton was
suffering from a guilty pursuit. That pursuit, if still urged, might be
successful, if not so at present. The constant drip of the water will
wear away the stone; and if my wife could submit to impertinent advances
without declaring them to her husband, the work of seduction was already
half done. To listen is, in half the number of cases, to fall. I must
save her; I had not the courage to put her from me. Believing that she
was still safe, I resolved, through the excess of that love which
was yet the predominant passion in my soul, in spite of all its
contradictions, to keep her so, if human wit could avail, and human
energy carry its desires into successful completion.
To do this, there was but one process. That was flight. I must leave
this city--this country. By doing so, I remove my wife from temptation,
remove the temptation from the unhappy young man whom it is destroying;
and thus, though by a sacrifice of my own comforts and interests, repay
the debt of gratitude to my benefactor in the only effective manner. It
called for no small exercise of moral courage and forbearance--no small
benevolence--to come to this conclusion. It must be understood that my
professional business was becoming particularly profitable. I was rising
in my profession. My clients daily increased in number; my
acquaintance daily increased in value. Besides, I loved my
birthplace--thrice-hallowed--the only region in my eyes--
“The spot most worthy loving Of all beneath the sky.”
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