Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
This last remark he called out after her as she was leaving the
room, and he was not mistaken in fancying that it would complete her
demoralization. During the next week or two he several times brought her
copies of the local paper containing equally execrable effusions, till
finally she mustered courage to tell him that she would rather he would
not publish any more verses about her. He seemed rather hurt at this,
but respected her feelings, and after that she used to find, hid in her
books and music, manuscript sonnets which he had laboriously copied out
of his comic collections. It was considerable trouble, but on the
whole he was inclined to think it paid, and it did, especially when he
culminated by fitting music to several of the most mawkish effusions,
and insisting on her playing and singing them to him. As the poor girl,
who felt that out of common politeness she could not refuse, toiled
wearily through this martyrdom, writhing with secret disgust at every
line, Hunt, lolling in an easy-chair behind her, was generally indulging
in a series of horrible grimaces and convulsions of silent laughter,
which sometimes left tears in his eyes,--to convince Annie, when she
turned around to him, that his sentiment was at least genuine if vulgar.
Had she happened on one of these occasions to turn a moment before she
did, the resulting tableau would have been worth seeing.
Hunt had determined to both crown and crucially test the triumph of
Potts's cure in Annie's case by formally offering himself to her. He
calculated of course that she was now certain to reject him, and that
was a satisfaction which he thought he fairly owed her. She would feel
better for it, he argued, and be more absolutely sure not to regard
herself as in any sense jilted, and that would make his conscience
clearer. Yes, she should certainly have his scalp to hang at her girdle,
for he believed, as many do, that next to having a man's heart a woman
enjoys having his scalp, while many prefer it. Six weeks ago he would
have been horrified at the audacity of the idea. His utmost ambition
then was to break a little the force of her disappointment at his
departure. But the unexpected fortune that had attended his efforts had
advanced his standard of success, until nothing would now satisfy him
but to pop the question and be refused.
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