Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription JOSCELYN4I
and feel with regard to Stephen Joscelyn, I shall expect that you
will always be careful to treat him as one whom your poor father
loved and honored; to whom he confided everything before he
died, and who put our little property into his hands for manage-
ment, knowing it would be safe, and husbanded with care. How
would he be shocked to hear the manner in which you speak of
him who has been for so many years the best friend and the sole
guardian of his family. I tell you, Angey, that if you do not
love Stephen Joscelyn, I do, and so does Grace Kirkland."
"Yes, indeed!" with a meaning laugh, "that's plain enough."
"Once more I warn you, Angelica; you are no more to trifle
with your sister's name than with my feelings or those of Stephen
Joscelyn. Well, if you ever get so good a man for a husband.
You will go farther, but may fare worse. You are a vain and
foolish girl, flattered by your own face, and do not know that if
the fine face sometimes wins the husband, it is the fine soul which
must keep him."
The young beauty left the room, humming the fragment of a
song. The mother sighed, and trembled. She had reason to be
anxious. Such dialogues as these' had been somewhat frequent of
late, but Angelica had not gone quite so far before in the expression
of her antipathies.
It was her misfortune to be a beauty, and to be conscious of her
charms. She was a gay, graceful creature, of sunny eyes and hair,
features at once symmetrical and piquant, full of animation, with
full, pouting lips, always armed with a lively play of feature, and
intellectually endowed with a certain gift of fancy, which was apt
to show itself in repartee. But she had her caprices, her humors
was variable as the weather, and, from having been a spoiled
child, because of her juvenile graces, had grown to be a spoiled
woman, the effect of which was sometimes to mar all her graces.
Reaching her own chamber, she paused before the mirror, let
down her hair, and as she smoothed out the wavy masses, which
terminated in ringlets nearly reaching to her knees, she murmured
"And such as he to think of me with love ! Oh ! how I hate
him for his impudence!"