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strangely when I halted to reflect. On rising that morning, had I anticipated that before night I should have acted the part of a gay lover in a vaudeville, and an hour after frankly discussed with Dr. John the question of his hapless suit, and rallied him on his illusions? I had no more presaged such feats than I had looked forward to an ascent in a balloon, or a voyage to Cape Horn. The doctor and I, having paced down the walk, were now returning; the reflex from the window again lit his face. He smiled, but his eye was melancholy. How I wished that he could feel hearts-ease! How I grieved that he brooded over pain, and pain from such a cause! He, with his great advantageshe to love in vain! I did not then know that the pensiveness of reverse is the best phase for some minds; nor did I reflect that some herbs, though scentless when entire, yield fragrance when theyre bruised. Do not be sorrowful, do not grieve, I broke out. If there is in Ginevra one spark of worthiness of your affection, she willshe must feel devotion in return. Be cheerful, be hopeful, Dr. John. Who should hope, if not you? In return for this speech I gotwhat it must be supposed I deserveda look of surprise, I thought also of some disapprobation. We parted, and I went into the house very chill. The clocks struck and the bells tolled midnight; people were leaving fast. The fête was over; the lamps were fading. In another hour all the dwelling-house and all the pensionnat were dark and hushed. I too was in bed, but not asleep. To me it was not easy to sleep after a day of such excitement. |
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