Ellice Quentin, and other storiesHawthorne, Julian
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Ellice Quentin, and other stories
Hawthorne, Julian
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
When I turned again towards Jeff I found he was no longer at my side;
he was walking up the diving board, on the end of which he balanced
himself a moment and then launched himself head foremost into the
water, which closed over him with scarce a ripple. Presently his head
appeared some distance beyond the spot at which he had entered, and
he began swimming seaward with vigorous strokes. He was directly in
the wake of the fair pagan, who, unaware of his pursuit, was paddling
leisurely towards the thickening haze on the horizon, herself and her
canoe mirrored distinctly on the glassy surface.
'Does he propose to overtake her and make her hear his poetry
_tête-à-tête_ in twelve fathoms of water?' I asked myself. 'At any
rate, he resembles Byron in his swimming powers. And how neatly the
fellow took the water! Let me see if I can't acquit myself as well as a
Boston republican.'
With a sudden access of valour I snatched off my peignoir and cast it
behind me, and, without stopping to see where it fell, I mounted the
fatal plank with deliberate steps, saw the treacherous element smile
for a moment beneath me, shut my eyes, and let myself go.
III.
I foresaw, in that instant of time which intervened between my last
foot leaving the plank and my head reaching the water, that I was going
to make a failure more than usually ignominious. A sounding thwack,
taking effect along the entire length of my frame, and a painfully
tingling sensation, only partly the result of shame, immediately
apprised me that my prophetic instinct had not been at fault. I sank,
however, and I was glad to sink; for though I dislike having my head
under water, my wounded self-esteem made me dread putting it out again.
Much as I have seen and suffered, and callous though I have become to
most of the attacks of destiny, upon some points I am still sensitive.
In a decent suit of clothes and a dignified attitude I can sustain
almost any misfortune; but if my personal appearance be laughable, or
my position a false one, my soul has much ado to maintain her constancy.
Need was, however, that I should emerge at last, and up I bobbed
accordingly. I swam about moodily and unsociably during my customary
fifteen minutes; and such was the dejection of my spirits that the
water seemed colder than usual, and as I waded my way up a steep
incline of the shingle on my way out, there was a tendency to
convulsive shudderings in the muscles of my lower jaw. Chilled,
humiliated, and conscious that I cut a ridiculous figure before a
fashionable and merciless world, I only wished to seize my peignoir,
wrap it round me, and vanish from the view and memory of mankind. Some
men are cowed by one thing, some by another; and, once cowed, a man is
no better than a whipped schoolboy, and feels far less respectable.
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