Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'Alcott, Louisa May
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Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'
Alcott, Louisa May
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Families -- Juvenile fiction; New England -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"Nor pity for my patience? I've only done a little yet, and am as far
as ever from being like your hero. I can work and wait still longer,
if you are not sure; for I must have all or nothing."
"O Mac! why will you be so doubtful? You said you'd make me love you,
and you've done it. Will you believe me now?" And, with a sort of
desperation, she threw herself into his arms, clinging there in
eloquent silence, while he held her close; feeling, with a thrill of
tender triumph, that this was no longer little Rose, but a loving
woman, ready to live and die for him.
"Now I'm satisfied!" he said presently, when she lifted up her face,
full of maidenly shame at the sudden passion which had carried her out
of herself for a moment. "No: don't slip away so soon; let me keep you
for one blessed minute, and feel that I have really found my Psyche."
"And I my Cupid," answered Rose, laughing, in spite of her emotion, at
the idea of Mac in that sentimental character.
He laughed too, as only a happy lover could; then said, with sudden
seriousness,--
"Sweet Soul! lift up your lamp, and look well before it is too late;
for I'm no god, only a very faulty man."
"Dear Love! I will. But I have no fear, except that you will fly too
high for me to follow, because I have no wings."
"You shall live the poetry, and I will write it; so my little gift
will celebrate your greater one."
"No: you shall have all the fame, and I'll be content to be known only
as the poet's wife."
"And I'll be proud to own that my best inspiration comes from the
beneficent life of a sweet and noble woman."
"O Mac! we'll work together, and try to make the world better by the
music and the love we leave behind us when we go."
"Please God, we will!" he answered fervently; and, looking at her as
she stood there in the spring sunshine, glowing with the tender
happiness, high hopes, and earnest purposes that make life beautiful
and sacred, he felt that now the last leaf had folded back, the golden
heart lay open to the light, and his Rose had bloomed.
Cambridge: Press of John Wilson & Son.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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