Ellice Quentin, and other storiesHawthorne, Julian
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Ellice Quentin, and other stories
Hawthorne, Julian
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
I suffered a misery of embarrassment and shame during these few
moments. That is a good phrase of the Easterns--'My heart turned to
water within me!' I appreciated it then in its full significance. I
shall never know what I said or did, or how I escaped. When I came
to myself I was walking rapidly along an _allée_ of the Grosser
Garten, muttering to myself with a kind of helpless iteration,
'Fool--fool--fool!'
As for my apparent recognition of her, it was perfectly inexplicable
to me, turn it which way I would. I could neither account for having
supposed that I did know her, nor for having been mistaken in my
supposition. It was easy to say that I had never in my life met, much
less been acquainted, with any young lady answering to her description:
but it was just as undeniable that every feature in her face was as
familiar to me as the Dresden Madonna or the Venus of Milo. Here were
two certainties, in irreconcilable conflict with each other, and it was
my unlucky lot to have stumbled between them. I began to have serious
doubts whether I were not bewitched--whether my head were quite right.
Could it be that my solitary habits, my unsociableness, my taciturnity,
had begun to affect my reason? I am not exaggerating my feeling in the
least. A genuine logical paradox is about the most appalling thing
that can confront a man in this world. Leaving all consideration of
my embarrassment and awkwardness out of the question, the predicament
of being at odds--so to speak--with possibility, was beyond measure
distressing.
However, I cooled down at last, and, wisely resolving to give
the mystery time to resolve itself, I bent my steps towards the
concert-ground and sat down at one of the vacant tables. The band
struck up one of Mozart's Sinfonies. I was just beginning to forget
my troubles in the music, when a slight stir near me attracted my
notice, and looking round, what was my dismay to behold approaching
the identical personages of my late adventure! Guided by fate, they
sauntered on until they reached the very next table to my own. It
happened to be the only disengaged one in the vicinity. They did not
seem to see me at all; and after a few moments' deliberation, they sat
down.
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