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
There were other circumstances to alarm me, in connection with this
maiden. She was, as I have said, singularly beautiful; and, as I
thought, until now, singularly meek and considerate. Her charms, about
which there could be no two opinions, readily secured her numerous
admirers, and when these were strengthened by the supposed fortune of
which she was to be the heiress, the suitors were, some of them, almost
as pressing, after the fashion of the world in which we lived, as those
of Penelope. I now no longer secured her exclusive regard at the
evening fireside or in our way to church. There were gallants on either
hand--gay, dashing lads, with big whiskers, long locks, and smart
ratans, upon whom madame, our lady-mother, looked with far more
complacency than upon me. The course of Julia, herself, was, however,
unexceptionable. She was singularly cautious in her deportment, and, if
reserved to me the most jealous scrutiny--after due reflection--never
enabled me to discover that she was more lavish of her regards to any
other. But the discovery of her position led me to another discovery
which the reader will wonder, as I did myself, that I had not made
before. This was the momentous discovery that my heart was irretrievably
lost to her--that I loved her with all the intensity of a first passion,
which, like every other passion in my heart, was absorbing during its
prevalence. I could name my feelings to myself only when I perceived
that such feelings were entertained by others;--only when I found that
the prize, which I desired beyond all others, was likely to be borne
away by strangers, did I know how much it was desirable to myself.
The discovery of this affection instantly produced its natural effects
as well upon my deportment as upon my feelings; and that sleepless
spirit of suspicion and doubt--that true creature and consequence of the
habitual distrust which my treatment from boyhood had instilled into my
mind--at once rose to strength and authority within me, and swayed me
even as the blasts of November sway the bald tops of the slender trees
which the gusts have already denuded of all foliage. The change in
Julia's deportment, of which I have already spoken, increased the
febrile fears and suspicions which filled my soul and overcame my
judgment. She too--so I fancied--had learned to despise and dislike me,
under the goading influences of her father's malice and her mother's
silly prejudices. I jumped to the conclusion instantly, that I was bound
to my self to assert my superiority, my pride and independence, in such
a manner, as most effectually to satisfy all parties that their hate or
love was equally a matter of indifference.
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