The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
"I know you love me!" he said, and from where I stood I saw the cold
derisive smile flash from his lips to his eyes in lightning-like
mockery--"I have always known it! Your vampire soul leaped to mine at
the first glance I ever gave you,--you were a false foul thing from the
first, and you recognized your master! Yes--your Master!" for she had
uttered a faint cry as if in fear,--and he, stooping, snatched her two
hands and grasped them hard in his own--"Listen to the truth of yourself
for once from one who is not afraid to speak it!--you love me,--and
truly your body and soul are mine to claim, if I so choose! You married
with a lie upon your lips; you swore fidelity to your husband before
God, with infidelity already in your thoughts, and by your own act made
the mystical blessing a blasphemy and a curse! Wonder not then that the
curse has fallen! I knew it all!--the kiss I gave you on your
wedding-day put fire in your blood and sealed you mine!--why, you would
have fled to me that very night, had I demanded it,--had I loved you as
you love me,--that is, if you choose to call the disease of vanity and
desire that riots in your veins, by such a name as love! But now hear
_me_!" and as he held her two wrists he looked down upon her with such
black wrath depicted in his face as seemed to create a darkness round
him where he stood,--"I hate you! Yes--I hate you, and all such women as
you! For you corrupt the world,--you turn good to evil,--you deepen
folly into crime,--with the seduction of your nude limbs and lying eyes,
you make fools, cowards and beasts of men! When you die, your bodies
generate foulness,--things of the mould and slime are formed out of the
flesh that was once fair for man's delight,--you are no use in life--you
become poison in death,--I hate you all! I read your soul--it is an open
book to me--and it is branded with a name given to those who are
publicly vile, but which should, of strict right and justice, be equally
bestowed on women of your position and type, who occupy pride and place
in this world's standing, and who have not the excuse of poverty for
selling themselves to the devil!"