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
If his desire was to baffle me, he was successful. I was defeated, after
a close struggle, by a meagre majority of seven votes in some seventeen
hundred; and the night after the election was declared, he gave a ball
in honor of the successful candidates, in which his house was filled to
overflowing. I passed the dwelling about midnight. Music rang from the
illuminated parlor. The merry dance proceeded. All was life, gayety, and
rich profusion. And Julia! even then she might have been whirling in
the capricious movements of the dance with my happy rival--she as
happy--unconscious of him who glided like some angry spectre beneath her
windows, and almost within hearing of her thoughtless voice.
Such were my gloomy thoughts--such the dark and dismal subjects of my
lonely meditations. I did the poor girl wrong. That night she neither
sung nor danced; and when I saw her again, I was shocked at the visible
alteration for the worse which her appearance exhibited She was now
grown thin, almost to meagreness; her cheeks were very wan, her lips
whitened, and her beauty greatly faded in consequence of her suffering
health.
Yet, will it be believed that, in that interview, though such was her
obvious condition, my perverse spirit found the language of complaint
and suspicion more easy than that of devotion and tenderness. I know
that it would be easy, and feel that it would be natural, to account for
and to excuse this brutality, by a reference to those provocations which
I had received from her father. A warm temper, ardent and glowing, it is
very safe to imagine, must reasonably become soured and perverse by bad
treatment and continual injury. But this for me was no excuse. Julia
was a victim also of the same treatment, and in far greater degree than
myself, as she was far less able to endure it. Mine, however, was the
perverseness of impetuous blood--unrestrained, unchecked--having a
fearful will, an impetuous energy, and, gradually, with success and
power, swelling to the assertion of its own unqualified dominion--the
despotism of the blind heart.
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