Harper's New Monthly Magazine Vol. IV, No. 19, Dec 1851Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine Vol. IV, No. 19, Dec 1851
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
For my part, I saw nothing in any of these appearances worthy, in
themselves, of a second thought; nothing could have destroyed the
strong and strange interest which I had taken in the girl; and it would
have required something more potent than a straw hat--however coquettish
in crown, and audacious in brim--to have shaken my belief in her truth
and goodness. Her presence, for the accustomed few minutes, in the
afternoon or evening, became to me--I will not say a necessity, but
certainly a habit;--and a habit is sufficiently despotic when
"A fair face and a tender voice have made me--"
I will not say "mad and blind," as the remainder of the line would
insinuate--but most deliciously in my senses, and most luxuriously wide
awake!
But to come to the catastrophe--
"One morn we missed _her_ in the accustomed spot--"
Not only, indeed, from "accustomed" and probable spots, but from
unaccustomed, improbable, and even impossible spots--all of which were
duly searched--was she missed. In short, she was not to be found at all.
All was amazement on the Boulevards. Hardened old _flaneurs_ turned pale
under their rouge, and some of the younger ones went about with drooping
mustaches, which, for want of the _cire_, had fallen into the "yellow
leaf."
A few days sufficed, however, for the cure of these sentimentalities. A
clever little monkey at the Hippodrome, and a gentleman who stood on his
head while he ate his dinner, became the immediate objects of interest,
and Hermance seemed to be forgotten. I was one of the few who retained
any hope of finding her, and my wanderings for that purpose, without any
guide, clew, information, or indication, seem to me now something
absurd. In the course of my walks, I met an old man, who was pointed out
to me as her father--met him frequently, alone. The expression of his
face was quite sufficient to assure me that he was on the same
mission--and with about as much chance of success as myself. Once I
tried to speak to him; but he turned aside, and avoided me with a manner
that there could be no mistaking. This surprised me, for I had no reason
to suppose that he had ever seen my face before.
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