The Certain Hour (Dizain des Poëtes)Cabell, James Branch
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The Certain Hour (Dizain des Poëtes)
Cabell, James Branch
Fantasy fiction; Short stories
He took a turn about the breakfast room, then came near to her. "I
love you. Were there any way to parade the circumstance and bedeck it
with pleasing adornments of filed phrases, tropes and far-fetched
similes, I would not grudge you a deal of verbal pageantry. But three
words say all. I love you. There is no act in my past life but
appears trivial and strange to me, and to the man who performed it I
seem no more akin than to Mark Antony or Nebuchadnezzar. I love you.
The skies are bluer since you came, the beauty of this world we live in
oppresses me with a fearful joy, and in my heart there is always the
thought of you and such yearning as I may not word. For I love you."
"You--but you have frightened me." Miss Ogle did not seem so terrified
as to make any effort to recede from him; and yet he saw that she was
frightened in sober earnest. Her face showed pale, and soft, and glad,
and awed, and desirable above all things; and it remained so near him
as to engender riotous aspirations.
"I love you," he said again. You would never have suspected this man
could speak, upon occasion, fluently. "I think--I think that Heaven
was prodigal when Heaven made you. To think of you is as if I listened
to an exalted music; and to be with you is to understand that all
imaginable sorrows are just the figments of a dream which I had very
long ago."
She laid one hand on each of his shoulders, facing him. "Do not let me
be too much afraid! I have not ever been afraid before. Oh,
everything is in a mist of gold, and I am afraid of you, and of the big
universe which I was born into, and I am helpless, and I would have
nothing changed! Only, I cannot believe I am worth L10,000, and I do
so want to be persuaded I am. It is a great pity," she sighed, "that
you who convicted Warren Hastings of stealing such enormous wealth
cannot be quite as eloquent to-day as you were in the Oudh speech, and
convince me his arraigner has been equally rapacious!"
"I mean to prove as much--with time," said Mr. Sheridan. His breathing
was yet perfunctory.
Miss Ogle murmured, "And how long would you require?"
"Why, I intend, with your permission, to devote the remainder of my
existence to the task. Eh, I concede that space too brief for any
adequate discussion of the topic; but I will try to be concise and very
practical----"
She laughed. They were content. "Try, then----" Miss Ogle said.
She was able to get no farther in the sentence, for reasons which to
particularize would be indiscreet.
A PRINCESS OF GRUB STREET
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