Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XXXIV: Love Passages >> Page 288

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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you say, grow tired of that which he sees so frequently ; it
may be that he will turn away from me, and weary of my
regards. I have heard before this, Rose, that the easy won
was but little valued of men that the seeker was still un-
sought´┐Żand that, when the heart of woman Was secured, she
failed to enchain that of her captor. Oh, Rose, it is death to
think so. Did I dream that Mellichampe would slight me
did I think that he could turn from me with a weary spirit
and an indifferent eye, I should pray to perish now´┐Żeven
now, when he speaks to and smiles upon me in such sort as
never man spoke to and smiled upon woman whom he could
deceive, or whom he did not love."
And her head sank upon the shoulder of her companion,
and she sobbed with the fullness of her emotion, as if her heart
were indeed breaking.
It was long that day long in her estimate, not less than
in that of Mellichampe before she paid her usual visit to the
chamber of her lover. She was then compelled to listen to
those reproaches from his lips which her own heart told her
were justly uttered. Influenced more than she was willing to
admit, even to herself, by the suggestions of Rose Duncan, she
had purposely kept away until hour after hour had passed
(how drearily to both !) before she took courage to reject the*
idle restraints of conventional arrangement, which never yet
had proper concern with the business of unsophisticated affec-
tion. Gently he chid her with that neglect for which she
could offer no sort of excuse; but she hid her head in his
bosom, and murmured forth the true cause of her delay, as she
whispered, in scarce audible accents
Ah, Ernest, you will tire of me at last ; you will only see
too much of me ; and I am always so same, so like myself, and
have so few changes by which to amuse you, that you will
weary of the presence of your poor Janet."
Foolish fears foolish fears, Janet, and too unjust to me,
and too injurious to us both, to permit me to suffer them
longer. It is because you are always the same, always so
like yourself, that I love you so well. I am secure, in this
proof, against your change. I am secure of your stability, and