Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 6, June 1842 — John Shaqi
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 6, June 1842Various
Science
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 6, June 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
I saw that her bosom heaved quicker than usual at these words, and she
plied her needle with increased velocity. Had I looked more narrowly, I
might have seen the color faintly coming and going in her cheek, and
almost heard her heart beating in the audible silence. But I still was
blind to the cause of this emotion. By some unaccountable impulse I was
led to speak of a subject which I had always avoided, though not
intentionally—my early intimacy with Annette, and her subsequent rescue
from the brig. Secure, as I thought, of the sympathy of my listener, and
carried away by my engrossing love for Annette, I dwelt on her story for
some time, totally unconscious of the effect my words were producing on
Ellen. My infatuation on that morning seems now incredible. As I became
more earnest with my subject, I noticed still less the growing agitation
of my listener, and it was not until I was in the midst of a sentence in
which I paused for words to express the loveliness of Annette’s
character, that I saw that Ellen was in tears. She was bending low over
her work so as to conceal her agitation from my eye, but as I hesitated
in my glowing description, a bright tear-drop fell on her lap. The truth
broke on me like a flash of lightning. I saw it all as clear as by a
noonday sun, and I wondered at my former blindness. I was stung to the
heart by what I had just been saying, for what agony it must have
inflicted on my hearer! I felt my situation to be deeply embarrassing,
and broke short off in my sentence. After a moment, however, feeling
that silence was more oppressive than anything else, I made a desperate
effort and said,
“Ellen!”
It was a single word, and one which I had addressed to her a hundred
times before; but perhaps there was something in the tone in which I
spoke it, that revealed what was passing in my mind, for, as she heard
her name, the poor girl burst into a flood of tears, and covering her
face with her hands she rushed from the room. She felt that her secret
was disclosed. She loved one whose heart was given to another.
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