Now, it gives a very singular sensation to a fellow to stand face to
face with the woman whom he worships and adores, and to whom he dares
not make known the feelings that swell within him; and still more
singular is this sensation, when this woman, whom he adores, happens to
be one whom he has carried in his arms for an indefinite time; and more
singular yet is it, when she happens to be one whom he has saved once,
and once again, from the most cruel fate; by whose side he has stood
in, what may have seemed the supreme moment of mortal life; whom he has
sustained and cheered and strengthened in a dread conflict with Death
himself; singular enough is the sensation that arises under such
circumstances as these, my boy--singular, and overwhelming, and
intolerable; a sensation which paralyzes the tongue and makes one
mute, yet still brings on a resistless and invincible desire to speak
and make all known; and should such a scene be too long continued, the
probability is that the desire and the longing thus to speak will
eventually burst through all restraint, and pour forth in a volume of
fierce, passionate eloquence, that will rush onward, careless of
consequences. Now, such was my situation, and such was my sensation,
and such, no doubt, would have been the end of it all, had not the
scene been brought to an end by the arrival of O'Halloran and his wife,
preceded by a servant with lights, who soon put the room in a state of
illumination.
Nora, as I must still call her, was somewhat embarrassed at first
meeting me--for she could not forget our last interview; but she
gradually got over it, and, as the evening wore on, she became her old,
lively, laughing, original self. O'Halloran, too, was in his best and
moat genial mood, and, as I caught at times the solemn glance of the
dark eye's of Marion, I found not a cloud upon the sky that overhung
our festivities. Marion, too, had more to say than usual. She was no
longer so self-absorbed, and so abstracted, as she once was. She was
not playful and lively like Nora; but she was, at least, not sad; she
showed an interest in all that was going on, and no longer dwelt apart
like a star.
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