Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XVIII: Pretty, but Pernicious Prattle >> Page 173

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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thought he was your mother's right hand man, and one of the best
friends of the family."
"Well, so, indeed, she thought him; but we couldn't well agree,
"And why do you call him hateful, Angelica? That is a very strong
"It's what he deserves. He's hateful and spiteful, and I don't like
"Was there a blow up a quarrel among you that caused him to
leave you?"
"Well, not exactly. Mother and Grace had nothing to do with it,
and they blame me for it. You see, Walter, the man is odious to me
a hateful cripple and he had the impudence to make eyes at me,
and follow me about, and talk love talk to me, and all that sort of
"Surely no harm in all that, if he was not impertinent."
"Oh! but he was impertinent. What right had he to think of me?"
"Right? Well! That may be a question, Angey. But did he pro-
pose to you?"
"No, indeed! I never let it come to that. I couldn't abide him
from the first he was so consequential, and always spoke to mamma
and Grace as if he was laying down the law. And then he would
come and sit beside me, and he would read to me love poetry, and
look so into my very eyes, like a dying duck in a thunder-storm, until
I sickened at the very sight of him."
"But it does not appear to me, Angey, that these were very serious
offences on the part of the poor fellow. If men were always to be
hated, simply because they loved, pretty women would themselves
become the most hateful monsters in creation. You must beware of
that danger. You need not have been angry with him for loving you,
surely. It was only a gentleman's tribute to your beauty ! "
"He a gentleman! And what makes him a gentleman? ´┐Ża poor
deformity; why, it was dreadful, Walter, to see him hobbling after
me, from room to room, and into the piazza, and down to the sum-
mer-house, always bringing some book in his hand, as if he thought
I cared to hear him read. Why hadn't he the sense to see, from the
first, that I didn't like him? It was great impudence, Walter, that he