Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription TROUBLES OF THE LOVERS. 325
Even the subduing grief to which she was more than commonly
subject, brought into increased activity the love which she felt
for him who stood before her, yet awakened no opposite feeling
in her bosom against those who sought to do him wrong.
Beautiful sentiment !" he exclaimed, passionately, and
worthy of your heart, my Janet. Love is its constant occupa-
tion, and I believe, dearest, that you could not help but love
on, even if I were to forget your devotedness and my own
pledge to you. Would you not, Janet ?"
I know not that, Ernest. I have never thought of that,
but I think I could die then ;" and the last words were uttered
in his folding arms, and came to his ears like the sweet mur-
mur of angel voices in a dream.
Heaven forbid, my Janet, that I should ever do you wrong,
however slight? It would pain me to think that you could
imagine the possibility of a wrong at my hands, and through
my agency. 'Prue love, dearest, is a thing of entire confidence,
and nothing seems to me so sweet as the knowledge that you
have no emotion, no feeling or thought, which you do not give
up to my keeping. It may be, indeed, that the thoughts and
feelings of women have little comparative value, so far as the
interests of men and of nations are concerned ; but, valueless
or not, they are thoughts and feelings with her�her all�her
only and, as such, they should be of permanent value with
him who loves her. How much that was unimportant�nay,
how much that was positive nonsense�did we say to each
other last evening�and yet, Janet, to me it was the sweetest
nonsense."
And, smiling and folding her in his arms with the respectful
fondness of a natural affection, he poured forth as garrulous a
tale in her ears as if he had not long and frequently before
narrated to her his own experience of heart, and demanded
hers in return. But she could not now respond to his garrulity.
It was not that she felt not with hirn�not that the heart had
suffered change, and the love had grown inconstant, though,
beholding her abstraction, with this be had reproached her ;
but, reminded as she was of the joys which they had promised
themselves together in their frequent and sweet interviews, she