The Manatitlans: or, A record of recent scientific explorations in the Andean La Plata, S. A.Smile, R. Elton
Science
The Manatitlans: or, A record of recent scientific explorations in the Andean La Plata, S. A.
Smile, R. Elton
Science fiction, American
We will now leave the prætor and Dosch to entertain their guests in the
courts and colonnades, while in reversion we complete our description of
the garden tableau. After the prætor’s departure with his guests,
Luocuratia, unmindful of aught else, gazed through her flowing veil of
hair upon the face of M. Hollydorf, with the wondering daze of the fawn
when surprised in its leafy covert by the gentle presence of woman. With
one arm still encircling her sister’s neck, yet seemingly unconscious of
her presence, she was recalled to herself, from the dreamy maze of her
vision, by the voice of her mother. Then she asked with fluttering
hesitation, “What is it?” Correliana caressingly removed the arm from
her neck, then gathering her sister’s flowing hair from her brow, bore
it back from her face, and while her mother bound it with a silicoth
fillet, whisperingly, with the prelude of a kiss, replied, “It is
yourself, Luocuratia, be calm, and to-night you shall know.” M.
Hollydorf, who had attended Correliana like a doomed shadow, from the
day they left the _Tortuga_, thinking and acting from her prompting,
even in matters pertaining to his professional avocations, had with the
first glance that he caught of her sister’s face, stood like one
transfixed, his eyes alternating from one to the other, until the
attraction of Luocuratia’s involved his own. Placing Luocuratia in her
mother’s charge, Correliana took M. Hollydorf’s hand and directed him to
a vine-covered alcove in the lower garden walk. When seated, she said,
“We are so thankful, for we are now saved from the inherent misery that
broods like a pall over your people. You will now be happy, but not
yourself again! If I should allow you to recover from the amazement of
your surprise, without an explanation, you might think me lacking in
truthful sympathy, which we hold, under direction, as the privileged
source of our affection. Advised, from the first, of the instability of
instinctive ‘love’ founded upon personal attractions, which is the
ruling incentive for marriage with your race, I withheld from you a
knowledge of my sister’s existence, and our twin resemblance, that her
affections might not be invoked with peril; for as you have felt, we are
endowed with the censorial essentials of perception in premonition of
cause and effect. The long delayed visit to our schools was deferred,
for the proof of your susceptibility to our current flow, and constancy
in affection; and we are happy in being able to feel the assurance that
the transfer of your allegiance to her keeping will be free from
regretful reflection. Notwithstanding the long endurance to which you
have been subjected, and the severity of the trial for the cure of your
self-imposed humiliation, the result not only compensates for your
suffering, but confirms the wisdom of the judgment that prompted the
restraint, by enhancing the zest with the security of a happy fruition.
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