With some faint hope that she might have returned to the cottage, I
hastened thither, but, finding it dark and desolate, I gave way to my
despair.
O blind, self-deceiving fool! She had said that, and she was right—as
usual. She had called me an egoist—I was an egoist, a pedant, a
blind, self-deceiving fool who had wilfully destroyed all hopes of a
happiness the very thought of which had so often set me trembling—and
now—she had left me—was gone! The world—my world, was a void—its
emptiness terrified me. How should I live without Charmian, the woman
whose image was ever before my eyes, whose soft, low voice was ever in
my ears?
And I had thought so much to please her! I who had set my thoughts to
guard my tongue, lest by word or look I might offend her! And this was
the end of it!
Sitting down at the table, I leaned my head there, pressing my forehead
against the hard wood, and remained thus a great while.
At last, because it was very dark, I found and lighted a candle, and
came and stood beside her bed. Very white and trim it looked, yet I
was glad to see its smoothness rumpled where I had laid her down, and
to see the depression in the pillow that her head had made. And, while
I stood there, up to me stole a perfume very faint, like the breath of
violets in a wood at evening time, wherefore I sank down upon my knees
beside the bed.
And now the full knowledge of my madness rushed upon me in an
overwhelming flood; but with misery was a great and mighty joy, for now
I knew her worthy of all respect and honor and worship, for her
intellect, for her proud virtue, and for her spotless purity. And
thus, with joy came remorse, and with remorse—an abiding sorrow.
And gradually my arms crept about the pillow where her head had so
often rested, wherefore I kissed it, and laid my head upon it and
sighed, and so fell into a troubled sleep.
CHAPTER XXXV
HOW BLACK GEORGE FOUND PRUDENCE IN THE DAWN
The chill of dawn was in the air when I awoke, and it was some few
moments before, with a rush, I remembered why I was kneeling there
beside Charmian's bed. Shivering, I rose and walked up and down to
reduce the stiffness in my limbs.
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