The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdoteBombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
History
The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdote
Bombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
Kissing
“‘Delicious poison!’ cried he, kissing the paper. ‘If adoring thee,
lovely Mary, be added to my other sorrows, I shall be resigned. There
is sweetness even in the thought. Could I credit all that my dear Lady
Tinemouth affirms, the conviction that I possess one kind solicitude in
the mind of Miss Beaufort would be ample compensation for——’
“He did not finish the sentence, but, sighing profoundly, rose from his
chair.
“‘For anything, except beholding her the wife of another!’ was the
sentiment with which his heart panted. Thaddeus had never known a selfish
feeling in his life; and this first instance of his wishing that good
unappropriated which he might not himself enjoy, made him start.
“‘There is a fault in my heart, a dreadful one!’ Dissatisfied with
himself, he was preparing to answer her ladyship’s letter, when,” etc.
When the infatuated and distracted Lady Sara had failed in her desperate
efforts to entice Sobieski from the path of honor and virtue in his own
lodgings, he pityingly and forgivingly attended her to her own home,
where, we are told:
“When Thaddeus had seated Lady Sara in her drawing-room, he prepared to
take a respectful leave; but her ladyship, getting up, laid one hand on
his arm, whilst with the other she covered her convulsive features, and
said, ‘Constantine, before you go, before we part, perhaps eternally, oh,
tell me that you do not hate me! That you do not _hate_ me!’ repeated
she, in a firmer tone; ‘I know too well how deeply I am despised!’
“‘Cease, my dearest madam,’ returned he, tenderly replacing her on
the sofa, ‘cease these vehement expressions. Shame does not depend on
possessing passions, but on yielding to them. You have conquered, Lady
Sara, and in future I shall respect and love you as a dear friend.
Whoever holds the first place in my heart, you shall always retain the
second.’
“‘Noble, generous Constantine!’ cried she, straining his hand to her lips
and bathing it with her tears; ‘I can require no more. May Heaven bless
you wherever you go.’
“Thaddeus dropped upon his knee, imprinted on both her hands a
compassionate and fervent kiss, and, rising hastily, quitted the room
without a word.”
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