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
Every chord of Rosamond's heart quivered with agony at this burst of
indignant feeling from lips which had never before addressed her but
in mild and persuasive tones. Had the wealth of worlds been laid at
her feet, she would have given it to recall the last words she had
uttered. Still, in the midst of her remorse and horror, she felt the
overmastering influence of her imagined wrongs, and that influence
triumphed over the suggestions of reason and the admonitions of
prudence.
"It is ungenerous--it is unmanly," she cried, "to force me into the
confession of sentiments which you blame me for declaring--I had said
nothing, done nothing--yet you arraign me before the bar of inexorable
justice, as the champion of the injured Eugenia. If the sincerity of
my countenance offends you, it is my misfortune, not my fault. I
cannot smile on the boldness I condemn, or the arts I despise."
"Boldness! arts!" repeated Cecil. "If there was ever an unaffected,
impulsive child of nature, it is she whom you so deeply wrong; but you
wrong yourself far more. You let yourself down from the high station
where I had enthroned you, and paid you a homage scarcely inferior to
an angel of light. You make me an alien from your bosom, and nourish
there a serpent which will wind you deeper and deeper in its envenomed
folds, till your heart-strings are crushed beneath its coils."
"I am indeed most wretched," exclaimed Rosamond; "and if I have made
myself so, I deserve pity rather than upbraiding. Cecil, you never
could have loved me, or you would not so lightly cast me from you."
Cecil, who had snatched up his hat, and laid his hand on the latch of
the door, turned at the altered tone of her voice. Tears, which she
vainly endeavoured to hide, gushed from her eyes, and stole down her
colourless cheeks.
"Rosamond," said he, in a softened tone, approaching her as he spoke,
"if you believe what you last uttered, turn away from me, and let us
henceforth be strangers to each other;--but if your heart belies their
meaning, if you can restore me the confidence you have withdrawn, and
which is my just due, if you are willing to rely unwaveringly on my
integrity, my honour, and my love, come to my arms once more, and
they shall shelter you through life with unabated tenderness and
undivided devotion."
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