Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Beauchampe; or, The Kentucky Tragedy. A Tale of Passion. >> Chapter X >> Page 95

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Novel (Romance) | Lea and Blanchard | 1842
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understand you ; but I must repeat, as I have said to you
before, I have done with society. I am in fact done with
the world.""Done with the world ! Oh! what a thought! You,
Miss Cooke, you so able to do all with it !"
You cannot flatter me, Mr. Beauchampe. The world
can be nothing to me. I am nothing to it. To wear out
life in loneliness, forgot, forgetting, is the utmost of my
hopes from the world. Spare me more. It is not well,
it will not be desirable, that any intimacy should exist
between me and your sisters."
Oh! why not? they are so gentle, so pure !"
Ah !--no more, sir, I implore you ;" her brow had
suddenly become clouded, and she rose. Leave me
now, sir, �1 must leave you. I must hear you no longer."
Her voice was firm. Her features had suddenly put
on their former inflexibility of expression. The passionate
youth at once discovered that the moment for moving her
determination was past, and every effort now to detain
her would prejudice his cause.
You will leave me, Miss Cooke�you will drive me
from you, yet let me hope
Hope nothing from me, Mr. Beauchampe. I would
not have you hope fruitlessly."" The wish itself assures me that I cannot."
You mistake, sir you deceive yourself!" she replied
with sterner accents.
At least let me not be denied your presence. Let me
see you. I am not in the world, nor of it, Miss Cooke.
Let me sometimes meet you here, and if I am forbid to
speak of other things, let me at least speak and hear you
speak of these old masters at whose feet I perceive you
have been no idle student."
Mr. Beauchampe, I can promise nothing. To consent
to receive and meet you would be to violate many an in-
ternal resolve."
But why this dreary resolution ?"" Why !�but ask not, sir. No more from me now.
You knew not, sir,--and you meant not,�but you have
wakened in my mind this morning many a painful and
dreary thought, which you cannot dissipate. I say this
to excuse myself for what might seem rudeness. I do
not wish to excite your curiosity. I tell you, sir, but the