Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
fled, had he not gently detained her. She stopped; he saw all at a
glance, he knew every thought that was agitating her mind; he understood
her sudden impulse, that it was a last effort of expiring virtue, and he
understood, too, that he possessed the power to overrule it. He knew it
was an issue of life or death, and that either way, he held the hat in
his hand. Neither spoke. He stood, holding the unresisting arm, gazed on
her shrinking form, her imploring eyes, her lips parted in sudden
terror, upon her every feature yielding in despair to the agony of a
struggle for her very soul; the loud beating of her heart struck upon
his ear with unearthly sound; he thought of the affrighted lamb before
the altar, felt that in his hand gleamed the keen knife his beautiful
victim shrank from; his eyes drank in her exceeding loveliness, his
heart melted, and he burst into tears. He sat upon the bench, half
turned from her, his elbow resting on the trellis, and his face buried
in his handkerchief, overcome by the storm of his feelings. At this
moment, the better nature in both, had a strong game. There is something
fearful to behold when a strong man bends his head to tears. When a
woman weeps, it is the drops from a fleeting cloud, an April shower, or,
at times, the ceaseless pouring of a settled rain—a deluge; but there
is the flash, and the storm, and the fitful blast that groans and yaws,
and bursts through all control. No woman can pass on and not feel the
cloak of her human sympathy draw close around her, as if to impel her to
go forth and pour the unction of her tenderness upon the troubled heart.
And there Ella stood beside him; one hand lay gently on his quivering
shoulder, whilst the other pushed back the scattered curls from his
noble brow. Oh, what a powerful language there is in the human heart,
without words! In all this interview, since first they met, neither had
spoken a word. It was a pantomime in real life; yet, what terrible
converse they had held! Neither had ever, in all their lives, spoken to
the other one word of love; and such a scene!
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