Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847 — John Shaqi
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“It is past the hour, and yet she is not here. Oh! if she knew, if she
but knew what a hell it enkindles in my heart to be kept waiting, to be
set doubting, to be tormented thus. But no!” he added in a moment, as if
reproving his own vehemence. “No, no! something has fallen
wrong—something has hindered or delayed her. And yet what should it be?
Can we have been betrayed, discovered? God!” he exclaimed, springing
again to his feet, “Great God, forgive me! as I cannot endure this any
longer. Away with my word, when hers is broken thus! away! I will go
seek her even in—”
But as he made the first motion to take the path leading toward the
house, his impetuosity was arrested, and his rash speech cut off, by the
apparition of a figure entering the verdant arch from the lawn, and
advancing with a slow and hesitating step, as if timid or reluctant,
toward the tank and the upper glen.
The young man’s heart beat rapidly and high, as that form,
distinguishable only in the increasing duskiness of evening by its
relief against the twilight sky, entered the green arcade; and it was a
minute or two before he could discern with any certainty the sex, much
less the identity of the person approaching him.
There is, however, in the senses of a lover something intuitive, that
can for the most part discern unerringly the presence of the beloved
object, by sounds, by signs, perhaps even by perfumes, so slight as to
be imperceptible to any one, whose every nerve were not supernaturally
sharpened by the influence of passion. Something it must have been of
this amorous prescience, which rendered the cavalier almost certain,
long ere the eye could inform him, that the figure approaching was no
other than the person to meet whom he had ridden hither, and whose delay
had caused him so much anxiety.
Nor was he deceived; for ere long the fluttering of female habiliments,
might be distinguished clearly, and in another moment the well-known
sounds of the light gentle footstep, and the silvery tones of the soft
low voice assured him.
He bounded from his covert to meet her, and she too quickened her step,
as she saw and recognized her lover.
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