Life and Gabriella: The Story of a Woman's CourageGlasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson
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Life and Gabriella: The Story of a Woman's Courage
Glasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Virginia -- Fiction
"It isn't beauty that takes a man, though women think so," he rejoined
lightly, and yet as if he were imparting one of the basic facts of
experience. "I don't know what it is--but it's something else, and
you've got it, Gabriella."
She looked at him with luminous eyes.
"I've got you," she answered in a whisper; "that's all--nothing else on
earth matters. I want nothing but love."
"But you let me go away for six months. I could never understand that."
"I had to, George. I couldn't be mean even for you, could I?"
"Well, I don't know." His gaze dwelt on her moodily. "Sometimes I wonder
if you haven't too much conscience in your body?"
Careless as were his words, they brought stinging tears to her eyes. Her
throat ached with the longing to pour out her love; but it seemed to her
suddenly that a wall of personality had risen between them, and that she
could only beat blindly against the impenetrable mass that divided them.
She knew now that he could never understand, and yet the knowledge of
this intensified rather than diminished her love. The mere physical
attraction, which she had glorified into passion, was invested with the
beauty and the mystery of an unattainable ideal.
"I believe you are going to cry, darling. Don't be so serious," he said,
laughing.
"But you know--tell me you know that I love you."
"Of course I know it. Am I blind or a fool?"
Then before the glowing worship in her face, he caught her in his arms,
while he said over and over, "I love you! I love you!"
He held her close, thrilling at her touch, seeking her warm lips with an
eagerness which comforted her because she was too inexperienced to
understand how ephemeral was its nature and its sweetness.
"Promise to love me always, George, as you do now," she said,
passionately trying to make the fugitive joy immortal.
"If you'll tell me how to help it, I shall be grateful," he retorted as
gaily as if her eyes had not filled with tears.
"Swear it!"
"I swear it. Now, are you satisfied?"
"I don't believe it. I'll never believe that you love me as much as I
love you. Nobody could."
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