The Laughing Mill, and Other StoriesHawthorne, Julian
Philosophy
The Laughing Mill, and Other Stories
Hawthorne, Julian
American fiction -- 19th century
"'You and these diamonds were made for each other!' I said; and bending
forwards, I kissed her on the lips.
"For more than a minute she sat there quite still, I kneeling in front
of her; we were looking straight into one another's eyes. Then, all
at once, a troubled anxious look came into her face. She rose with a
startled gesture to her feet.
"'Hush! hush! did you hear?'
"'What's the matter?' cried I, jumping up in surprise.
"'Hush! someone calling--calling me!'
"Again that strange fancy! What did it mean? I could not repress a
certain thrill at the heart as I gazed at her. It was very weird and
strange.
"As I gazed, a singular change crept over her. Her face was now quite
colourless, and its pallor was intensified by the blackness of her
mystical eyes. Those eyes slowly grew fixed--immovable, as if frozen.
The lids trembled for a moment, then drooped, then lifted again to their
widest extent, and so remained. Her lips, slightly parted, showed the
white teeth set edge to edge behind them. The rigidity descended through
her whole body; she was like a marble statue. She breathed low and
deeply, as one who is in profound slumber.
"'Kate, what has happened to you?' I cried in alarm, putting my hand on
her shoulder. Her arm was fixed like iron; she seemed to hear nothing,
feel nothing. She was as much beyond any power of mine to influence her
as if she had been dead. The diamonds that glittered on her bosom were
not more insensible than she.
"I must confess that I was somewhat unnerved by the situation. Kate was
evidently in some sort of trance; but what had put her into that state,
and how was she to be got out of it? For aught I knew, it might be the
prelude to a fit or other seizure of that nature, involving consequences
dangerous if not fatal. In the bewilderment of the moment the only
remedy that I could think of was cold water; to dash her with water
might be of use, and could scarcely make matters worse. About thirty
paces from where we were standing a small rill meandered amongst the
roots of the trees, and trickled at last in a tiny cascade down the
rocky side of the gorge. Towards this I ran, and stooping down,
attempted to scoop up some of the refreshing element in the crown of
my straw hat.
"Rising with the dripping hat in my hands, I turned to go back; but the
sight that then met my eyes caused me to drop everything and spring
forward with a gasp of horror.
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