Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
He left her in seeming unconsciousness of the words whispered in her
ears, yet she heard them all, and duly estimated their value. To her, to
whom he had once pledged himself entirely, the cold boon of his
attention and sometime care was painfully mortifying. She exhibited
nothing, however, beyond what we have already seen, of the effect of
this consolation upon her heart. There is a period in human emotions,
when feeling itself becomes imperceptible--when the heart (as it were)
receives the _coup de grace_, and days, and months, and years, before
the body expires, shows nothing of the fire which is consuming it.
We would not have it understood to be altogether the case with the young
destitute before us; but, at least, if she still continued to feel these
still-occurring influences, there was little or no outward indication of
their power upon the hidden spirit. She said nothing to him on his
departure, but with a half-wandering sense, that may perhaps have
described something of the ruling passion of an earlier day, she rose
shortly after he had left the house, and placing herself before the
small mirror which surmounted the toilet in the apartment, rearranged
with studious care, and with an eye to its most attractive appearance,
the long and flowing tresses of that hair, which, as we have already
remarked, was of the most silky and raven-like description. Every
ringlet was adjusted to its place, as if nothing of sorrow was about
her--none of the badges and evidences of death and decay in her thought.
She next proceeded to the readjustment of the dress she wore, taking
care that a string of pearl, probably the gift of her now indifferent
lover, should leave its place in the little cabinet, where, with other
trinkets of the kind, it had been locked up carefully for a long season,
and once more adorned with it the neck which it failed utterly to
surpass in delicacy or in whiteness. Having done this, she again took
her place on the couch, along with the corpse; and with a manner which
did not appear to indicate a doubt of the still lingering spirit, she
raised the lifeless head, with the gentlest effort placing her arm
beneath, then laid her own quietly on the pillow beside it.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE CAMP.
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