Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 6, June 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 6, June 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
That part of the letter she had just received, which spoke of joyful
intelligence awaiting her, increased the pleasurable disturbance of her
mind. To what could it refer if not to the subject upon which she had
opened her heart on the night when he had declared his love for her?
Some clue, she deemed, he must have obtained to the truth of her
surmises, and to the continued existence of that sadly beautiful lady,
for whom she had so strangely felt the instinctive yearnings of a
daughter’s affection. Filled with all that expectancy to which this
conviction gave rise, in addition to that which the announced arrival of
her lover was calculated to produce, she had drawn her chair into the
corridor at the back of the house, to enjoy the spring-breeze, and muse
at her pleasure.
As she sat thus, she was startled by the sound of a deep groan issuing
from the door opening upon the wing of the house to which the corridor
led. Much surprised, and inclined to think that her imagination had
deceived her, and that in the occupation of her mind she had mistaken
some ordinary sound, and fancied it that manifestation of distress which
she deemed she had heard, she aroused herself completely from her
reflections, and listened breathlessly to hear whether or not it should
be repeated. In a few minutes it was audible again. This time it was
impossible that she could be mistaken. It was a groan of human agony
which she had heard. She rose instantly and approached the door from
whence it came. She had never before sought entrance here, having always
supposed the place sacred to her sister’s devotions, and containing no
possible attractions which should lead her to visit it.
Hastily she glanced her eye along the door in quest of a handle or latch
to assist her in opening it. But it contained none. She then pushed it,
in hopes that it might give way to her pressure. It was firmly secured,
however, and resisted all her attempts. At length she was about to
desist in despair, when another groan, deeper and more heart-rending
than those she had heard previously, caused her to make one more effort.
She exerted her utmost strength, and in doing so, her hand accidentally
touched upon a secret spring, and the door suddenly gave way. She found
herself at the foot of a low flight of steps, up which she quickly
ascended.
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