Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
"Very beautiful," answered Agnes; "but I think it would look much
better if it were not so very low, and the night is so cold, I am sure
you will suffer without something thrown over your shoulders. These
pearl beads are very ornamental, but they will not give warmth,"
lifting them up as she spoke, from a neck that "rivalled their
whiteness." Ellen burst into a scornful laugh, and declared she would
rather catch her death-cold, than look so old-fashioned and
old-womanish. Mrs. Loring here interposed, and insisted that Ellen
should wear a shawl into the ball-room, and to be sure to put it
around her when she was not dancing, "for you must remember," added
she, "the dreadful cough you had last winter; when you caught cold, I
was really apprehensive of a consumption."
"I do think, mother, you must be haunted by the ghost of consumption.
Everything you say begins and ends with _consumption_--_I_ am not
afraid of the ghost, or the reality, while such roses as these bloom
on my cheeks, and such elastic limbs as these bear me through the
dance."
Mrs. Loring looked with admiring fondness on her daughter, as she
danced gayly before the looking-glass, called her a "wild, thoughtless
thing," and thought it would be indeed a pity to muffle such a
beautiful neck in a clumsy 'kerchief. The carriage was announced, and
Agnes was despatched in a hundred directions for the embroidered
handkerchief, the scented gloves, and all the _et ceteras_, which
crowd on the memory at the last moment. Agnes followed the retreating
form of Ellen with a long and wistful gaze, then turned with a sigh to
collect the scattered articles of finery that strewed the room. "Happy
Ellen!" said she to herself, "happy, beautiful Ellen! favoured by
nature and fortune. Every desire of her heart is gratified. She moves
but to be admired, flattered, and caressed. While I, a poor, dependent
relative, am compelled to administer to her vanity and wait upon her
caprices--oh! if I were only rich and beautiful like Ellen! I would
willingly walk over burning ploughshares to obtain the happiness that
is in store for her to-night."
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